There would be no reason to tell my story, were it not for its motivation. Without a reason why, there would be no need to tell it, and maybe I would not understand it myself either. “Secretary General” was written on my desk. I was the one who kept the secrets between company managers and I was not able to see this “secret” anymore. This is the reason why, the motivation. I kept secrets of others. The secret of knowing how to build a guitar instead, first on a kitchen table, then in a garage, was my secret. That secret should no longer be so and it has not been so anymore, and that is another reason why. Instrument after instrument, until I found myself here writing and realising that now my friends, visitors of the workshop are those who feel like telling their own secrets. This is the reason why.