They live in isolation, close to the highway. They don’t have much to say to themselves or to others. Their memories aren’t worth mentioning, the future certainly isn’t either and all conversations with the children, neighbours, cats were broken off long ago. The homo europaeus of all genders and ages in Sibylle Berg’s new play have gotten snagged in a queue of automatic replies to the search for meaning. But there are ways out of the crisis!
Berg puts a society in psycho-tectonic precariousness on her therapist’s couch. His name is “Hassmaster” and, in three lyrical flaps of a wing, he leads his patients from analysing misery through recognising anger to resolving all problems. A vicious farce as a Singspiel with music composed by Beni Brachtel.
