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Invisible

After the crumbling of the Soviet empire, heroin flooded the streets of many cities behind the former Iron Curtain. Heroin offered an alternative lifestyle largely unknown until then. In the late 1990s heroin addiction in Eastern Europe had reached epidemic proportions.

Invisible takes place in Sofia, Bulgaria and follows a group of six young people on a three year journey through the highs and lows, dreams and tribulations of living with heroin addiction. The story bypasses the social problems and dynamics associated with addiction and focuses on the existential views and philosophies of the participants. The film provides a platform for their ideas and concepts of the world surrounding them. The participants represent a group of “social outcasts”, who remain largely invisible in society. They are members of a generation eager to discover and explore the new “commodities”.

Invisible is unprecedented in the intimacy with which it portrays its subjects. The film presents perspectives influenced by euphoria as well as the sobering reality that follows, without passing judgments, trivializing, denigrating, or exploiting the subjects.

Invisible was made by directer/producerKonstantin Bojanov. It was released 21 February, 2005 on the Big Sky Documentary Film Festival and later for the general puplic 15 June, 2005.

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  • Zsuzsanna

    What is interesting is that all those junkies are far more intelligent and knowledgeable than any American teenager without the drugs . It is just the school system that is much more powerful in Europe.

  • Amanda

    I don’t think it’s a difference in intelligence, the same kind of intellect exists in America, locked up and demeaned of it’s true value. There is a glamorization of a certain kind of “intelligence” in America, really across the world as well, but especially in America due to the nature of the creation and development of our country. It is praised to perform well within the systems and guidelines created; innovation and question to these systems is frowned upon as are different facets of intelligence, mostly those involving defiance to the rules. It all boils down to our countries ego problem, we think we are the BEST, and we really have such a limited view on intellect. Ultimately doing us more harm than good, but of the masses who will listen to and understand that? The most brilliant of people are, and will really continue to be, those who question the rules.
    I feel akin to Stani and Vicki. Vicki reminds me very much of my brother actually. My brother is brilliant, literally, brilliant. He is not addicted to any drugs, fortunately, but he has rejected a standard lifestyle, especially educational, in the name of it being so limiting, and really, fake. Our family both feels we waste our intelligence, more so my brother, but I don’t feel we are wasting anything we just aren’t following the cookie cutter plan for success. I have no intention of sitting on my couch for the rest of my life, I just don’t want to spend my youth trying to box myself up into a pretty productive package that is completely uncharacteristic of myself when I’ve finished.This is something we talk about frequently, but would have a hard time explaining to others, we’re found that they try, but can’t truly empathize, they are content living their lives. To be fair, I do not think they are aware they are limited. You don’t need to be smart to follow the “American Dream” , you need to be dutiful and unquestioning. Anyways, I’m getting off on a tangent unrelated to the content, but to sum all of this up, I am reminding of a quote I think of often and I’ll have to paraphrase since I can’t remember exactly how it goes, I think it’s by Hemingway – Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.