The manuscript on which Mozart wrote with a quill his Piano Concerto No 27 in B-flat is held, within green velvet covers, in a university library in Krakow, Poland. And that makes it, according to the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, one of the "last German prisoners-of-war".
The obvious solution, of course, is to leave the manuscript in Opera Chic's loving hands until an arbitration decides what's going to happen to it. Because, I mean, "Mozart's writing, small and neat, is perfectly clear. "It just takes your breath away," said Mr Pietrzyk".
And how secksy is that?