Antonio Pirolli made the first movement a terrifying ride to the abyss, gave us stillness in the second, and made the third remind us of what was. María José Montiel’s German was awful and she was rather breathless. But the fifth movement was a thrilling counterpart to all that came before – the melodies soared, the chorus gave us stillness, and that closing ‘Aufersteh’n’ was massive, leaving me in floods of tears, simply because it reminded us all that there is so much worth living for.