i remember climbing an elder-tree being afraid of television
i remember inviting a lovable girl to Bill Frisell playing to movies of Buster Keaton
i remember the BAWAG television-ad accompanying me some 15 years
i remember one very special night at the outdoor bath of St.Valentin
i remember being alone and bored
i remember terrorizing my schoolmates
i remember Falco's video of "Brillantin' Brutal" featuring a fascinating woman
i remember earning my first money as a plumber
i remember earning my second money as a porter and watchman
i remember earning my third money as a C programmer without having any experience on that
i remember my first heavy drunkenness
i remember my 23rd birthday on a ferry to Greece, embracing a very nice girl
i remember a 3 point goal after losing my glasses
i remember breaking my leg at a Fugazi concert
i remember running with balloons on my schoolbag
i remember having breakfast at Gare de l'Est
i remember being impressed by Henry Rollins' stage acting
i remember remembering embarrassing things and wondering how these could ever happen
i remember being hit by the death of Walter Richard Langer
i remember planting my feet into the sand of the Arcachon dune
i remember celebrating New Year's Eve with my girlfriend and her nervous dog
i remember intensely kissing a girl i did not know before or afterwards
i remember carrying my newly bought drum set out of a farmer's shed
i remember three days at the Totes Gebirge with two friends of mine
i remember unintentionally taking the footpath for experienced mountaineers
i remember dipping into the music of the Tonga people
i remember refusing to drink alcohol for years as a principle without any reason
i remember having repeated dreams of endless falling
i remember being insulted by a schoolmate and esteeming him highly from that day on
i remember programming a 640x400 mode on the Hercules graphics card
i remember staring at the smoldering remains of my monochrome monitor
i remember failing the Analysis II exam merely because of lazyness
i remember building big ships out of LEGO stones
i remember observing my yellow-green boomerang falling into a yellow-green corn field
i remember hating someone for life for disowning me
i remember being fascinated by Christian Ofenbauer's handwritten piano scores
i remember harrassing a female virtual reality artist because of admiration
i remember starting my Diploma thesis
i remember watching Hermann Maier flying
i remember singing the phrase "il faut que j'aie été au bout du monde pour savoir que la terre est ronde" again and again
i remember closed curtains in the heat of the summer of 1997
i remember watching a Star Trek movie on New Year's Day with some friends of mine
i remember the Wright brothers being dressed as ice-hockey players and a friend missing this by attending a Ramones concert
i remember countless missed chances
i remember friends & acquaintances fallen into oblivion
i remember a strange day at the end of the world
i remember meeting U.S. Maple at the Chelsea toilet
i remember walking (or rather carrying) a drunk Christoph home to his bed
i remember the 17th of November
i remember great and memorable parties at Pitzing
i remember three incredible hours of Ween, yelling 'The blarney stone" and a Jack Daniel's bottle going round in the audience
i remember successively putting the audience into a depressive mood
i remember being member to the crew of a ship scheduled to explode
i remember listening to the first days of the FM4 radio station instead of learning for the solid state physics exam
i remember a time when i used to watch Blade Runner at least three times a year
i remember having nearly been burned by Arthur the fire-spitter
i remember Arthur being injured during a performance, falling from the ceiling, crashing onto the ground one meter in front of me, his blood on the floor and himself crawling under the stage and disappearing
i remember equally glorious and roaringly drunk night crossings of the Nibelungen bridge
i remember equally glorious and roaringly drunk night visits to "zum Warmen Hans"
i remember helping to clean up the Scherrer Keller despite my awful headaches
i remember my frolicking mood of the warm nights spent at the "Läufer"
i remember dancing with a very beautiful but at the same time repulsively charmless girl there
i remember H.R. turning a somersault and playing the trumpet
i remember seeing H.R. aged by twenty years only two and a half years later
i remember spending countless hours waiting for my girlfriend
i remember spending an afternoon in a café in Berlin Prenzlau drinking coffee out of huge cups and watching people walking in the rain
i remember spending the waiting time for the commuter train by fiercely shooting aluminum paper balls on by best friend
i remember the moment of losing the control of my motorbike at a 100 km/h speed
i remember my girlfriend discovering the grey hair strand three months later
i remember hours and hours of playing Ultima and listening to the Bad Brains
i remember my uncle taking care of me and surely not wanting to
i remember one afternoon being caught with my girlfriend in an other people's flat and some prominent persons being surprised
i remember meetings of a philosophical circle of readers and obviously being out of place there
i remember the telephone voice of a girl i just waked up telling me of her being in fear of flying
i remember appearing at my company's Christmas party being wet to the skin and wearing "Goiserer" boots
i remember my boss toasting me across the huge dinner-table and offering me to call him "Franz"
i remember accompanying a friendly sax-player playing some slow blues for his girlfriend
i remember the moments of preparation before my first public concert
i remember being upset about some friends calling me "Knäcke"
i remember letting my hair grow for more than two years
i remember being part of a radio show knowing that no one would listen to it
i remember taking part in live radio commenting on the Austria-Scotland football match without being interested in football
i remember a schoolmate jumping against me and knocking me down on the churchyard
i remember some of my schoolmates practicing the Hitlergruß during the gym lesson having not the slightest idea of its origin
i remember not knowing the height of the Schneeberg
i remember me performing the kata for the yellow Shotokan belt
i remember cycling up the gravel roads to the Hochwechsel with my racing bike
i remember my father crashing and being injured at the descent
i remember being surprised and overwhelmed by the effects of a nightly chat at the Ö3-chatroom
i remember the movie "Strange Days" being consequently called to my mind
i remember my parents heavily quarrelling in the kitchen and being divorced some time later
i remember me hitting my sister
i remember some uncles coming and going
i remember demonstrating my strength to a (female) cousin
i remember being in my uncle's "VW Käfer" leaping over the Bundesstraße at Erla
i remember the endeavored calm voice of my mother informing me by telephone of my grandpa's cerebral apoplexy
i remember visiting my grandpa at the hospital finding him merry and seemingly healthy like i have never seen him before
i remember the efforts of learning how to pronounce "sch" appropriately
i remember the speech training workshop with Raimund La Leeb as well as the private sessions afterwards
i remember winning the Wohlmuth cup
i remember close friends telling me the comparatively interesting stories of their "first time"
i remember the order to stay away from my girlfriend's home
i remember the telephone conversation on New Year's Eve 1993
i remember Jimmy Steiner touching the ground on his Streif descent
i remember wild camping in the wilderness at the shore of Quiberon, Bretagne
i remember spending a night on a bench and being ignored by the guards in the park of the palace of Monte Carlo
i remember Birgit's flat, Sabeth the cat, as well as the ever changing guests there
i remember an incredible evening and night on the Grillparz including lightning and a terrific meteor shower
i remember removing 10 centimeters of wood dust in our rehearsal-room-to-be
i remember the first rehearsal, turning on the amps and my mother rushing in and fiercely complaning
i remember competing in running up classroom walls with "Jogging High" shoes
i remember intentionally ramming a pencil into the palm of my hand
i remember the smell of the Paris underground
i remember watching "Blue Velvet" after school together with a friend and being deeply scared by the brutality shown therein
i remember my fully functional paper and cardboard model of a Startrek phaser cannon
i remember bathing days and group jumping from the 5 m board at the Ausee
i remember the paper covering of my school-bench which was painted and inscribed with every conceivable schoolboy's thought
i remember my evasive public explanation of why i called my class-teacher an asshole
i remember my mother and my sister observing my Matura examination
i remember my french teacher menacing me with a slap in the face after the verbal exam for having been too lazy to learn
i remember the excessive celebration week on the alp of our English teacher
i remember two weeks of well-behaved Matura journey
i remember watching the football world's championship in the garden "living room" of our Curdish hosts
i remember a day at the Attersee with destroying my father's glasses and heavily insulting my stepmother
i remember my father preparing fish fingers for meal
i remember wrenching a knife from a girl's hand when listening to Nick Cave's "Murder ballads"
i remember the sound of my uncle unconsciously falling through the kitchen glass door
i remember trying to jump over the brook behind our house and my clothes being drippingly wet afterwards
i remember my efforts to dig a tunnel of several hundreds of meters in length starting from the heap of sand in our garden
i remember paying a toll to some highwaymen with Radar pistols
i remember my friend being justly sentenced to 300 öS for driving in the middle of the road
i remember a concert on a stage falling to pieces and with a drunk rock'n'roll star falling into my drum set
i remember destroying my tires on a mountainbike descent from the Schafberg
i remember watching the movie "Delicatessen" in a former SED assembly hall in Dresden together with as much as three other people
i remember me receiving some letters from Sao Paolo, Brazil, but never responding
i remember seriously considering to go to India for a year or so
i remember WALULISO giving me an apple
i remember spending a compulsory, boring and embarassing evening with a girl just as shy as me
i remember making a huge detour and therefore driving much too fast in the course of my truck driving exam
i remember catching me having my mouth wide open when B unexpectedly entered the room
i remember fighting against a poster campaign of the Austrian army in my town
i remember having to vindicate myself for attacking posters of the Austrian Führer party
i remember a small flat in an old house on the Römerberg, Linz and the muffled sounds of the landlord coughing his smoker's lungs out
i remember having my daily breakfast with milk and pastries at a baker's in the Altstadt
i remember entering a flat secretly through an open window finding large amounts of pills scattered over the furniture and the floor
i remember the two days of band's enclosure in Plesching for recording a demo tape
i remember tipping on a young lady's shoulder from behind unsuspecting the possible consequences
i remember the time when one friend got a child and another one became schizophrenic
i remember the evening of my girlfriend's matura and the appreciative looks of my former English teacher
i remember being invited to the flat of my former french teacher, relating her my naive views on the Gulf War
i remember watching "Captain Future" at a friend's home with a TV set capable of receiving ARD
i remember my girlfriend disowning me for joining into a demonstration for student's matters
i remember the legendary TV comic series "Herr Rossi sucht das Glück"
i remember my French teacher handing over a book with Bukanin's theses to educate the juvenile Anarchist
i remember open air intimacies on the castle wall of the Römerberg

Don't forget that these are very personal throughts with no endeavor towards objectivity.
Don't forget to read the new book of Klaus Taschwer, a Viennese author, in which he is remembering things, too.