Yhudan lives where the lake breathes and the city forgets to sleep—Menaggio’s hidden cove where vintage Albatros speedboats rest like sleeping birds beneath tarps. He doesn’t restore them for sale. He restores them for return: returning dignity, memory, motion. Each hull holds a story he listens to like a confession. His hands know wood grain better than skin, but lately, that's changing—slowly unlearning the myth that solitude is strength. By day, he’s dust and lacquer, a man measured in sandpaper grits and varnish layers. By twilight, he becomes something softer: a creator of lullabies sung into voice notes between subway stops, melodies for lovers who can’t sleep because their hearts are too full or too empty.He believes love should feel like discovering a secret entrance to a place you’ve passed every day. That’s why he designed his private funicular landing—an abandoned cable car dock repurposed into a stargazing nook with a fold-out bench and speakers that hum jazz through old vinyl static. It’s where he brings people when he’s ready to risk something real: two mugs of bitter herbal tea, a playlist titled *Before You Knew My Name*, and the unspoken question hanging like mist—*Will you stay until the sky forgets how to be dark?*His sexuality isn’t loud. It’s in the way he traces a lover's collarbone like reading braille of past heartbreaks. It’s in the patience of his touch, learned from stripping decades-old paint without damaging what lies beneath. He makes love like he restores boats: methodical, reverent, with a quiet obsession for detail. Rain on a rooftop becomes rhythm; a gasp in the dark is a new melody to remember. He doesn't rush—he listens.The city pulls him in every direction: Milan whispers with galleries and commissions; Como dazzles with its lakeside glamour; but Menaggio holds him, quiet and true. The tension lives in his bones—between staying secluded in the cove or stepping into brighter lights for someone worth meeting halfway. And now, with *you*, he's beginning to rewrite routines: skipping restoration hours to catch dawn pastries on fire escapes, leaving boat plans half-finished because your voice note made him smile too hard.