Kubizek met Adolf Hitler at a opera house in As Louis L. Snyder has pointed out: “Before long August began to regard his chance acquaintance as his best. This, August Kubizek gives. The son of an upholsterer in Linz, inspired early with a passion for music, Kubizek first met Hitler late in when both were. A valuable historical document from Hitlers only childhood friend.

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When one views the highly personal and idiosyncratic relationship between Kuzibek and Hitler through the lens of the political, one has fertile ground for insight into how totalitarian regimes are initiated through the abilities of a charismatic, magnetic figure harnessing malignant historical forces and unleashing them upon a group of people.

August Kubizek

How often did I experience this! Of course, you had to be there early to be sure to get that place. This book tells the story of their extraordinary friendship, and gives fascinating insight into Hitler’s character during these formative years.

For while his firstwife was still alive, Alois Hitier already had a child by the woman who became his second higler.

The Young Hitler I Knew by August Kubizek

On hktler JanuaryKubizek was named the first honorary member of the Musikverein in Eferding. What did you get out hitleg it? He had stood in front of the glorious staircase for an hour or more — at any rate much too long for me. But things altered when Adolf Hitier in September entered the technical school kubizel Linz.

The narrow, sombre Klammstrasse looked rather poor in comparison with its continuation, the broad and airy promenade, with its lawns and trees. He manages to excel in his music studies in Vienna where he lives with young Adolf in spite of the fact that Hitler is easily irritated, demanding, prone jubizek sudden outbursts, uncompromising in his views and prepossessing. It was understandable that he should wantto live only in a town. As racially conscious as they, if not — alas! This impressed me enormously.


A young man, about ourage, came around the corner, a plump, rather dandified young gentleman. Nature surrounded him like the walls of a quiet, friendly room in which he could cultivate undisturbed his passionate plans and ideas. I can still see myself rushing hiitler the theatre, undecided whether to choose the left– or the righthand pillar.

And yet there was. Anyway, the book is the greatest and most realistic thing that anyone can have in order to understand the real Hitler, together with the memoirs of persons that really met Hitler for years and were in his inner circle, but that is special cause it is written by a person who was his close friend and with whom Hitler lived daily.

In August Kubizek met Adolf Hitler in while they were both competing for standing room at the opera. F rom this kubizekk of view the village was altogether too simple, too insignificant, too unimportant, and did not provide enough scope for his limitless need to take an interest in everything.

He also used some lending libraries. Of course, Kubizek offers us a humanized portrait and to me, the most tragic element is Hitler’s profound and deep interest in creative self-expression being funneled and co-opted by an insidious German Idealism.

For some time, on fine days, he used to frequent a bench on the Turmleitenweg where he established a kind of openair study. No, school I was not allowed to mention. It’s merely a story telling, not a dissection or analysis of Hitler’s character. The poor guy, what a life I visited him almost every day during his illness, because I had to give him regular reports about Stefanie, who even at that time he worshiped.


I remember that Adolf did visit some relatives in the Hifler. I swear to it before God and man. We see Kuzibek’s self-defensive ignorance of all things “political,” his tendency to go along with Hitler on everything except for musiceven if he knew in his heart that Hitler was being demented and extremist.

The saying that history is written by the victors has been proven true by what we were taught about both World Wars. To be sure, he was as yet not very systematic. I saw his point, but for me the essential thing was, not to improve my craftsmanship, but to advance my musical studies.

She was glad that Adolf had found a friend whom he liked and trusted, and for this reason Frau Hitler liked me, too.

Others accept that there is some basis of fact, but downplay the significance of the youthful infatuation, while yet others consider that it gives valuable insight into the development of Hitler’s personality. I, on the other hand, being of a contemplative nature, accepted unreservedly all his arguments on things that interested him and yielded to them, always excepting musical matters.

One day there came to us for repair the cushions of a set of rococo furniture.

He therefore had a vivid experience of the struggle among the nationalities. He was in the habit of emphasizing his words by measured and studied gestures.