I Broke Into Billionaire George Soros’ Mansion And He Made Me His Intern For A Day (Crazy)

Part 1

By Sezia GlowPublished 3 years ago • 9 min read

8:00 AM

I woke up with a start, feeling a surge of adrenaline in my veins. I had just spent the night in the guest room of George Soros' mansion, one of the most legendary traders in the world. How did I get here? Well, it's a crazy story, but let me give you a quick recap.

I'm Ryan Smith, a 22-year-old college dropout who has always been fascinated by the world of finance and trading. I wanted to learn from the best, so I decided to embark on an insane mission: to break into the homes of the most famous traders in history and convince them to teach me their secrets.

Yesterday, I managed to sneak into George Soros' mansion in New York City, by posing as a pizza delivery guy. I had ordered a pizza online and used a fake name and address. When I arrived at the gate, I told the security guard that I had a delivery for Mr. Soros. He looked at me suspiciously and asked for my ID. I showed him a fake driver's license that I had bought online. He scanned it with his device and nodded.

"Alright, you can go in. But make it quick."

He opened the gate and let me drive through. I parked my car near the front door and grabbed the pizza box. I rang the doorbell and waited.

A butler opened the door and looked at me with disdain.

"Who are you?"

"I have a delivery for Mr. Soros."

He snatched the pizza box from my hands and slammed the door in my face.

I was about to give up and leave, when I noticed a window on the side of the house that was slightly open. I ran towards it and climbed inside. I found myself in a library full of books and papers. I quickly hid behind a bookshelf and waited for an opportunity to explore the mansion.

I heard footsteps coming from outside the door. I peeked through the books and saw the butler walking in with a tray of tea and cookies. He placed it on a table and left.

I seized my chance and ran out of the library. I wandered around the mansion, looking for signs of George Soros. I saw several rooms with expensive furniture, paintings, sculptures, and antiques. I also saw several security cameras and alarms. I avoided them as much as possible.

I finally reached a large wooden door with a brass plaque that read "George Soros". I tried to open it, but it was locked. I looked around and saw a key hanging on a hook next to the door. I grabbed it and unlocked the door.

I stepped in and saw George Soros sitting behind a massive desk, surrounded by monitors, newspapers, charts, and books. He looked at me with piercing blue eyes and a slight smile.

He was an old man, but he had an aura of power and intelligence that was undeniable. He wore a navy blue suit with a red tie and a white shirt. His hair was gray and thinning, but his face was smooth and youthful.

He gestured for me to sit down on a leather chair across from him.

"Hello, Ryan. Welcome to my home."

I was stunned. How did he know my name? How did he know I was here?

He smiled and said:

"Don't look so surprised, Ryan. I have cameras all over this place. I saw you climbing through the window, hiding in the library, wandering around the mansion, and breaking into my study."

He paused and said:

"I also saw you ordering pizza online with your real name and address."

He pointed at a monitor that showed my order confirmation.

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment.

He laughed and said:

"Don't worry, Ryan. I'm not going to call the police or throw you out."

He leaned forward and clasped his hands together.

"I'm actually impressed by your audacity and curiosity. You remind me of myself when I was young."

He nodded and said:

"Ryan, you have done something that no one else has ever done before. You have broken into my home without my invitation or permission. You have shown courage, creativity, and determination."

He paused and said:

"You have also shown stupidity, recklessness, and disrespect."

He leaned back and said:

"Ryan, do you know who I am?"

I nodded nervously.

"Yes, Mr. Soros. You are one of the greatest traders of all time. You have made billions by exploiting market inefficiencies and anticipating global events. You have challenged governments, central banks, and institutions with your bold bets and your philanthropic causes. You have shaped history with your actions and your ideas."

I paused for breath and looked at him expectantly.

He nodded slowly and smiled.

"That's very flattering, Ryan. But also very vague. What exactly do you want from me? What are you looking for?"

I swallowed hard and tried to sound confident.

"Well, Mr. Soros, I want to learn from you. I want to know how you think, how you trade, how you live. I want to know your secrets, your strategies, your principles. I want to know everything."

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"That's not possible, Ryan. You can't learn everything from me. You can't know everything about me. You can't be me."

He leaned forward and said:

"Ryan, do you know what my secret is? Do you know what makes me different from other traders?"

I shook my head, feeling stupid and clueless.

He smiled and said:

"It's not my intelligence, or my intuition, or my luck. It's not my money, or my network, or my influence. It's not even my trading system, or my risk management, or my discipline."

He paused and looked at me intently.

"It's my philosophy."

He pointed at a bookshelf behind him.

"See those books? They are not about finance, or economics, or business. They are about philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, politics, art, science, and culture. They are the sources of my inspiration and my understanding of the world."

He picked up a book from his desk and handed it to me.

"This is one of my favorites. It's by Karl Popper , a philosopher who influenced me greatly when I was a student at the London School of Economics. He taught me the concept of falsification , the idea that no theory can ever be proven true, only proven false by empirical evidence. He also taught me the concept of open society , the idea that human progress depends on the freedom of thought and expression, and the protection of individual rights and democracy."

He looked at me with a serious expression.

"Ryan, these concepts are the foundation of my philosophy. They guide my actions and my decisions in every aspect of my life. They help me to question everything, to challenge assumptions, to seek the truth, to embrace uncertainty, to adapt to change, to take risks, to make a difference."

He put the book back on his desk and said:

"Ryan, if you want to learn from me, you have to learn from these concepts first. You have to develop your own philosophy, your own worldview, your own values. You have to find your own meaning and purpose in life."

He smiled and said:

"That's your first lesson for today. Now go and read this book. Come back when you're done."

He waved his hand dismissively and turned his attention back to his monitors.

I stood up and walked out of the room, feeling confused and overwhelmed.

What had just happened? Was this a test? A joke? A trap?

I looked at the book in my hand. It was titled The Open Society and Its Enemies .

I had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

10:00 AM

I went back to my guest room and sat on the bed. I opened the book and started to read.

It was not an easy read. It was full of complex arguments, abstract concepts, and historical references. It was also very long, over 800 pages. I wondered how long it would take me to finish it.

I tried to focus and understand what Popper was saying. He was criticizing the totalitarian ideologies of his time, such as fascism and communism, and defending the values of democracy and liberalism. He was arguing that no one can claim to have absolute knowledge or authority, and that everyone should be free to question and criticize any idea or institution. He was proposing that society should be open to change and improvement, and that people should cooperate and tolerate each other.

I found some of his ideas interesting and relevant, but I also found some of them confusing and boring. I didn't see how they related to trading or finance. I didn't see how they could help me become a better trader.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was already noon. I had only read about 100 pages. I felt frustrated and impatient.

I decided to take a break and go downstairs. Maybe I could find something to eat or drink. Maybe I could find George Soros and talk to him again.

I put the book down and left the room. I walked down the hallway and saw a door that said "Kitchen". I opened it and entered.

The kitchen was large and modern, with stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and wooden cabinets. It smelled like freshly baked bread and coffee. I saw a woman in a white apron standing by the stove. She turned around and smiled at me.

"Hello, sir. You must be Mr. Smith."

She had a friendly face and a warm voice. She looked like she was in her forties.

"Yes, I am. And you are?"

"I'm Maria, the cook. Mr. Soros told me about you. He said you're his guest for today."

She walked towards me and handed me a plate of sandwiches and a cup of coffee.

"Here you go, sir. Some lunch for you. I hope you like it."

"Thank you, Maria. That's very kind of you."

I took the plate and the cup and sat down at a table.

Maria smiled and said:

"You're welcome, sir. Enjoy your meal."

She went back to the stove and continued her work.

I ate the sandwiches and drank the coffee. They were delicious.

I felt more relaxed and energized.

I decided to strike up a conversation with Maria.

"So, Maria, how long have you been working for Mr. Soros?"

She looked at me and said:

"Oh, for about ten years now."

"Wow, that's a long time."

"Yes, it is."

"Do you like working for him?"

She nodded and said:

"Yes, I do. He's a good man. He treats me well. He pays me well. He respects me."

She paused and said:

"He's also very generous. He supports many causes that I care about."

"Like what?"

"Well, like human rights, democracy, education, health, environment..."

She listed several examples of Soros' philanthropic activities around the world.

I listened with interest and admiration.

"That's amazing."

"Yes, it is."

She smiled and said:

"You know, Mr. Smith, you're very lucky to be here today. Mr. Soros doesn't usually invite anyone to his home. He's very private and selective about who he meets."

She leaned closer and whispered:

"He must see something special in you."