MY FINAL ESCAPE

I FELT LIKE I WAS RELEASED FROM THE DEATH CHAMBER!

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Australia had stopped its easy immigration. So, here I was believing the only way out is suicide, but there had to be a better way. One solution would have been to go to jail for the law of the Hitlers. But good luck was on my side. What I did not know then was, that while I had been out of Australia, the new Frazer Government had changed the validity period of immigration re-entry permits of up to three years from the date of issue. In this way the government of Australia could save money in the public service sector. And in addition, every re-entry visa issued, prior to the new rules, could be extended at an Australian Mission overseas for up to three years from the date of issue.

Well, I did not know that, but in my desperation I contacted the Australian Embassy and was informed about this matter. And after my re-entry visa was extended, my wife's and son's visa was only a formality. One can not imagine the feelings of relieve and happiness. I had a new lease of life!!! Once again I had the hope of a decent, dignifying human life. It was great! I am for ever thankful, to escape from the Hitlers!

THE GIFT OF GOD! My re-entry immigration visa extended. This is a stamp in my old Austrian Passport allowing me to re-enter Australia and remain here for ever.

I was now racing with time. Will the Hitlers come to force me into this horrible jail-barracks for some troop exercises? When I got out of the army, I knew that I would never enter again. I just couldn't go through this constant past live memories of military executions. I bet, most Austrians who now read this section are in their spiritual awareness so poorly developed, that they think this is unsubstantiated rubbish. Austrians are spiritually very retarded. This is an unquestionable fact.

Things however turned sour. I got the black mail letter from the Hitlers in December 1977 and I had to get out of the country fast. As I did not pick up the black mail letter from the post office, I got a letter from the Hitlers telling me to pick it up from their high command. The letter was a black mail of the worst kind. I did not publish it in my pages because I misplaced it. Should I find it, I will add another page to this web site to show this letter with an English translation. It said that according to certain paragraphs the letter had the validity of consignment and that I will be "punished by court" if I do not oblige. It also stated that according to law "I had no rights". I am hence ordered to do this seemingly endless military hitlerism. HITLER WAS TRULY ALIVE IN THE AUSTRIAN SPIRIT!

The original visa for Australia issued in 1974. From my passport.

I had all the visas arranged, but I needed a bit more time to cancel many legal matters such as the rent contract of my little flat (actually it was so small I used to call it a whole). I had many other things to finish, but I was in panic stricken fear. I could not even resign properly from my position as a radio communications technician. I simply left a legal authorisation with my father (he was a person I could trust) and took my family and the belongings we could carry and fled Austria on the next possible plane, as if I was a criminal.

One more thing was that I could not tell my father that I was leaving. He loved Christian, his grandson and it was impossible to tell him out of the blue that we are gone. I wanted it to come to him slowly. Also he was very sick and I wanted to be easy on him. I remember the last time I saw him looking out of that window and I knew I would never see him again.

My last hour in Austria, 8.Feb 1978. My friends seeing me off at the Airport Vienna Schwechat. I am the guy with the handbag and to the left is my wife and my son.

I never did see him again. He died of a broken heart within two years, but there was nothing much I could do but to be sorry and live with it. And all this because of the Austrians liking the army! However, soon I had to let him know as he had the authority to settle everything. It must have been a very heart breaking affair, with a lot of bitterness and sadness. Austria is a cruel country and I could not help it any better. You can't fight the evil spirit of Hitler, you can only try to escape from it.

When the aircraft finally took off, it felt like being released from the electric chair. I felt also very sorry. It wasn't Austria I did not like. It was Hitlerism I could not live with. I am not a soldier. I never will be a soldier.

As soon as the aircraft gained altitude the pain of my right ear started hurting, reminding me what the military service did to it in 1973. My ear never recovered and I have to put up with this deafness and constant ringing ever since the bloody military service I was forced to do. I have to put up with it until I die.

Getting ready for take off. The Qantas 747 at Vienna airport. The time was not as happy as this picture seems to show. But we were together.

I had a web site about the Austrian Hitlers on the Internet, but I removed it for my own security. I got a lot of feedback from Austria and there was not one Austrian who showed any compassion for the injury I have to put up with until I die. One can say that things can be worse and this is true, but I did not join this bullshit army voluntarily but I am the one having to put up with it for the rest of my life and that from the age of only 19! The last page will show some of the letters I have received and how uncompassionate Austrians can be with people who are simply unable to be a soldier. However I will not put the name of the sender there as a means of respect and courtesy. These letters have been typed up in the year 2000. If somebody wants to know who the author was, send me an email and I let you know in person. Click on the envelope below to read some of the feedback letters and if you are a decent human being, not an Austrian Hitler, you will feel sick!

Click on the envelope to read how uncompassionate many Austrians are. Many have the compassion of Hitler.

Hi there and hello, we are flying to Australia. On flight QF16, Vienna to Athens.

It was really a rather sad affair but once on the plain there was also a "travelling fewer".

Arriving in Melbourne was a sad affair. My wife was constantly crying and I had to find a place to stay and employment. Australia's public transport system is not very good (due to the population living very spread out, even in the cities) and without a car, live is extremely inconvenient. There were a few month of depressing problems to overcome, but within six month we got over the worst.

My father still hoped that we will come back, but of course this was not an option. I would rather have died in the desert or have to live on snakes. Anything goes, except to hitler with the Hitlers.

My father suffered a few more heart attacks, had a stroke and lost most of his ability to speak and died as a very sad man on 14.November 1979.

I mourned for the many losses (like inheritance), but of course, there was no other choice.

My first son and me at my car. This picture was taken in 1978, in Elwood, a Melbourne suburb.

Things were getting better.