Andrés de Fonollosa aka Berlin is known to be well... a psychopath and a narcissist. But what actually caused this man's hatred and hanger you will see...
Fun fact: the title of the story was inspired by the song Paralyzed by NF
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Andrés glanced at Martín's outstretched hand, then met his gaze before looking back at the hand. He shook it cautiously, skepticism etched on his face. As he surveyed the room, he realized he was in a wine cellar. Ironically, a smile crept onto his lips. He turned to Martín.
"Andrés de Fonollosa. Nice to meet you."
Martín smiled back, then walked toward the storage area. He selected a bottle of red wine and two glasses. After opening the bottle, he poured the wine and handed one of the glasses to Andrés.
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"So, Andrés de Fonollosa, what motivates you to steal?" Martín asked.
Andrés took a moment before replying. "I started stealing to help my brother and my mother. When my brother was a child, he was really sick and needed treatment at a specific hospital in the United States. My mother didn't have the money to pay for it. But as the years went by, I found that I was doing it mostly for the art."
"The art of stealing? So, you're stealing artifacts?" Martín asked, intrigued.
Andrés smirked at him. "Yes, I'm stealing artifacts, but I'm not always interested in the items themselves. I'm fascinated by the act of stealing; it's an art form in itself." He rose from his seat, took a sip of wine, and gazed at the ceiling, laughter escaping his lips. "Every time I steal, every heist I undertake, I create something new. These heists force me to develop my creativity. I steal to gain a better understanding of myself, and I won't lie—I recognize myself more and more in my work.
"When I steal, I typically stick to the original plan. But I've discovered that this rigid approach can lead to mistakes due to my perfectionism. So, I've started to relax and enjoy the moment, allowing for reconciliation after the fact. I've learned to embrace impulsiveness and view these 'mistakes' as opportunities. It's difficult to articulate, but these heists serve as lenses I try to adjust with increasing precision, remaining open to the mystery—the infinite mystery of life.
"Over the years, I've come to realize that when you're planning a heist, having a plan is essential, but the most incredible part is being open to accidents." Andrés took a deep breath. "I am an artist, Martín, and that's what artists do. They paint and follow a canvas, and sometimes they make mistakes. What do they do then? They use those mistakes to create something even better! The wonderful part of being an artist is that you can rebel against formalities. You're free to do whatever you want without anyone telling you it's wrong because that's what art is." Tears streamed down his face as he smiled at Martín.
"What about you, Martín Berrote? What motivates you to steal?"
"Well, like I told you before, I'm an engineer. And just so you know, my answer won't be as sophisticated as yours; it's actually quite simple. I love the technical and mechanical elements of a heist. For example, I steal big machinery and then use it in my next job. I enjoy the puzzle of applying mechanical and mathematical concepts during a heist.
