At the end there is the invocation of God. A girls’ choir sings a magnificent “Kyrie eleison” and Sophie Rois is amazed that the young people even know “something so old”. There is nothing ironic about it, even if we are with René Pollesch at the Berlin Volksbühne and not in the Vatican. But for tougher Volksbühne admirers, it probably comes down to the same thing anyway. The request to the Lord to have mercy on us may come as a bit of a surprise in godless Berlin, at a hip theater of all places, but the Volksbühne has always been good for amazing ways of searching for meaning. And the lost figures on the stage always need divine assistance.