“Who are you?”
“I … I hardly know, Madam, just at present … at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”

Alice’s breakneck fall down the rabbit hole and the endless descent that brings her to Wonderland takes place due to her perception of the real, outside world – a world full of rules, pressures, principles and taken-for-grantedness, a world that bores and oppresses Alice immensely. The Wonderland she finds herself in, opens up a new perspective – it shows her a view of a world in which the established order is turned upside down, a world that is constantly changing, shrinking and getting bigger, coming into being and disappearing, a world in which the laws of absurdity, mutability and nonsense apply. Alice’s leap down the rabbit hole is in fact an escape from the ossification of society, an escape from boredom and stasis into imagination, adventure and excitement.

Throughout this journey, Wonderland asks Alice the crucial question of her identity, who and what she is, who and what makes her who she is, and where lie the boundaries of her identity. How can she possibly know who she is if everyone on her journey treats her differently?

After her return from Wonderland, the question of who Alice is and what she stands for has been on virtually everyone’s mind. There is no end to the analyses and interpretations, and they are constantly blending literature and life, fiction and reality, Alice in Wonderland and Alice Liddell of Westminster. The more frequent interpretations there are, the less Alice can answer her own question. And the less Alice can answer her own question, the more questions arise. And so on, in a vicious circle. What if all this speculation about her life is also part of Wonderland? What if she is still there? Could Wonderland have changed so much? What has it become today – in a time that does not know and cannot bear silence, in a time that denies the existence of boredom, in a time when, even when you are doing nothing, you are constantly preoccupied by all kinds of images and thoughts? In our unbearable time of attractions, has Wonderland become equally unbearable?

Perhaps, then, all the studies about her life and her meaning are playing cards that she has angered in the court of the Queen of Hearts, and now they gang up on her. How is she to put an end to this onslaught and finally find an answer to the question of who she is?

Or, as the Cheshire Cat once told her when asked which way to go:

“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”