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. Emanuele D’Alò, the builder.