A few days later... Do you know where it is? Somewhere over there. There are no more graves here. Neither crosses nor stones. His grave has no cross. Well, then you should have put a stone on it, Madame Mozart. Nissen. My name is Nissen, not Mozart. How many times do I have to tell you that? You would have been guilty of it, Madame. That's it. Here. Are you sure? Well, yes, I... So this is where he is buried. Shapier! And now the 5000, Monsieur Mesmer. I have led you to his grave. This is a magical place. Ecoutez! Do you hear that? Do it quickly. I'm cold. Madame, do you hear that? What? The infinite universe of music, from which he came. Like a star back to earth. An orphan. To be continued...
