Maybe it's this congregations of Shakespeare lovers in this place (Weimar) or the Bard himself who sent Ophelia back into my thoughts. Hers is a totally different story, that I cast aside to be picked up later. But the girl had to choose this very moment to appear and ask in a shrill but somewhat curious voice "and what about me?". So I had to adjourn my talk with Hamlet (who btw never leaves my side anyway) and focus on Ophelia instead. She is most persistend to tell her story, so I might as well enjoy that she is so eager to share...