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After arriving in London, Berger took his
first acting lessons and worked as a waiter
in an 'In-Restaurant' on King's Road and
as a model. He took private lessons, because
an acting school did not accept him (his
English was too poor back then. Now Berger
is able to act in films in four languages:
German, Italian, English and French). It
was the beginning of the 'Hippie'-era. All
the actors, musicians, photographers, starlets
were one big family. And soon Berger was
one of them. All of the houses of the stars
(for example Cat Stevens) were open, joints
were smoked and free love - to be precise:
orgies - were en vogue. Berger made his first
sexual experiences involving men:
"There were so many of us. You touched
your neighbour. It just happened. You are
relaxed, a bit high, you caress and want
to be caressed. Everything gets very erotic
and you feel horny. You undress. Feel free
from rules and morals. Oh, l, l, you play
with yourself and with others. We are all
sisters and brothers. A sweet boy turns me
on, it feels natural. "
Life was one big party. Berger says he only
smoked joints in London, he did not touch
cocaine, LSD and ecstasy. But he sure did
later. He tells us his drug story and some
- memorable - experiences.
His first LSD-experience was in the USA,
during the promotin-tour for "The Damned"
(it must have been 1969). He was there together
with his friend Ylia Suchanek from Austria.
Berger took it in the house of "Hair"-producer
Michael Butler, "a master of this drug".
He describes his trip - thank god, a good
one! - and tells the reader that it is necessary
to drink a lot of juice to clean the body.
No alcohol! But we all love Berger because
he is so human. He makes mistakes. When he
took his first ecstasy-pill in 1985 in Paris
during the shooting of "Smaragd",
he drank wine and had a headache for days...
He describes the experience of this drug
as "sex in the head. You want it, but
you cannot do it. You feel so nice and relaxed,
you don't stand up."
Berger's cocaine-career started in 1971 in Rome (Nightclub "Number
One").
"It was the jet-set-drug. If everybody
was on it, I had to be too. You know, I am
very easily influenced by other people. I
like modern things. I wanted to be "in"
back then. Immediately I took half a pound..."
He tells us that cocaine gives him the biggest
kick. But he also says it is dangerous and
we should not touch it. When he is on cocaine
Berger can work for days and does not feel
tired. He says that now he takes it only
from time to time, but in the seventies it
was his number-one happy-maker. Visconti
soon recognised that something was wrong
with him and sent him to a psychiatrist.
But Berger said that he cannot sleep because
he has to think about his acting so much.
Only in 1974 Visconti found out about Berger
sniffing cocaine. He controlled his nightlife,
took away his keys. But - as always - nobody
could stop him.
The craziest thing happend on the ball of
Monte Carlo. Berger sniffed cocaine of bad
quality. Then he sat down to eat, but a fart
become very liquid and landed in his trousers.
He wore white trousers! So they became brown
and he could not stand up and had to sit
still from 9 till 4 in the morning. All his
friends thought he was sick because he did
not want to dance with them - usually, Berger
is a passionate dancer. After he got home
he changed his clothes and danced ecstatically
in a club because he had to get all the stress
of the evening out of his head."
And he stills likes to party. In 1992 he
gave a wild party for his 50th birthday.
It was in France, in the house of his friend
countess Elène d'Estenville. Jack Nicholson
and Roman Polanski were there. Berger gave
caviar, cocaine, ecstasy, hash, wodka, champagner,
lobster to his friends.
The party lasted for two days. The house
was a complete mess afterwards - and nobody
had touched the wonderful food! The big joke
is that it was only his 48th birthday. He
said he was 50 because he wanted to make
a big party.
At the end of this chapter Berger gets thoughtful.
He says he never was hooked on any drug,
but he confesses that he has an alcohol problem:
"I become the opposite of what I really
am. A person that I hate. This liar, this
monster, this anti-human being, it acts as
if it were the devil himself. A horror!
It started after Visconti's death in 1976.
The shock of my life. I used strong alcoholicas,
drank them more and more often. I knew: My
life is divided in the Helmut Berger before
Luchino Visconti and the one with L.V.
And, of course, the one after L.V. And this one could be a nigthmare.
Something inside my soul died with Luchino.
He took my strength and my hope into his
grave. Again and again, I could cry and shout:
'Mille grazie, Luchino, I am angry with you.
Why did you leave me so soon?' This is my
real problem. I fight against alcohol every
day, because I love my profession and my
friends and don't want to lose them. Why
do I do this to me? I must get things straight.
I will get things straight. The best drink
against thirst and for a good mood is beer,
which I have with my pasta today." (I
guess this passage shows that Berger wrote
his autobiography as a sort of therapy and
that, despite all his problems, he has a
strong will to go on with life. And so should
we.)
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end of part 3
greetings from vienna sebastian
10/31.1999
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