1968. Burnt books. Ruined lives. Humiliations that cannot be forgiven. Traumas that cannot be forgotten. Small “rebellions” and small “betrayals”. A puzzle of so many human fates in which the small word “no” turns into a large “yes”.
“This is a poetic satire, which does not fit into any of the conventional patterns. The sluggish timelessness in the picture, the life as it happens, is an old, though not nostalgic but rather a critical memory. A colourless and soundless ambience envelops a mosaic of life stories controlled by coppers. Colour, if any, is in the flags, the emblems and the placards. The air of those 45 years under communism has been captured with extreme precision and though enough was allegedly enough, that period is still determining our lives.”
Rosen Spasov, ArtStudies.bg