Ingrid Barøy was born on a small island off the northwestern coast of Norway, an island inhabited by only one family, living out their ambitions and dreams that collide with the boundaries of the land and the weather, and the mercy of the sea, which provides a living, but also brings death.
Father Hans dreams of building a pier connecting them to the mainland, but contact with the outside world comes at a price, which Ingrid will know fully after she grows up and goes to work there for a wealthy family and take care of her two children. With the couple disappearing one day, she finds no choice but to return to her home with the two children, and thus the island’s population increases in number, and a different life begins, especially as Norway awakens to a wider world, a modern world that is volatile and can be cruel.
“The Invisibles” is a profound interrogation of freedom and destiny, written with delicate narration and brief, simple, calm sentences tinged with poetic tensions, creating a painting of natural cinema that makes the “invisible” clearly visible.
العظماء ليس شرطاً أن يكونوا ممن رست سفن التاريخ على موانئ حياتهم ذات يوم .. بل إنني أعتقد جازمة بأن كل إنسان حارب اليأس والفشل وسجل أسطورة نجاحه بكل إرادة وتصميم
The country that only asks for its children to die is a dead country. The children who knew nothing but it, and would not think of leaving it, are hunting them down individually, so that devastation will be a clear future, and so that the thought of surviving the people’s experience of major battles for the sake of freedom, justice and change, is thinking. Very simple.
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Time involves a new time emerging from its womb, and lessons are shed on its path
The ancient stories and the stories that were an example for an entire generation, and we who witnessed the violent moment of crossing were the bulwark of the old time and the living scepter in the hand of the new time, and for this reason we had to be divided and filled with deep cracks. Before we triumph over a part of us, and what died within us settles at the bottom of the painful times whose madness we witnessed.
ان الله معنا الجزء الثاني 2 فهد البشاره تبعثرنا الحياة ويلملمنا لطف اللهتكسرنا الظروف ويجبرنا اللهتضعفنا المصائب ويقوينا اللهتحيط بنا الابتلاءات ويأتي الفرج ...
My childhood was a bit strange, and I believe that I was suffering from a type of autism, and the disease was not known at that time in our simple environment and surroundings, as I did not speak to anyone at that time, not because I was unable, but because I did not want to, and I believed that I was a bird and not a human being. .
