The narrative returns to July 1967, when Bashir showed up at Dalia’s door. She immediately knew that the three visitors were Arabs and that they were returning to their former house. She paused for a little while and then let them in. As Bashir walked through the house, he soaked up every detail and “looked like a man in a trance” (146). Bashir and Dalia realized that they share the same bedroom. They sat in the garden, where Bashir saw the lemon tree, and Dalia served them drinks. Bashir invited Dalia to his house in Ramallah. When Bashir returned to Ramallah, he was so tired that he could not speak. The next morning, his family members grilled him about every aspect of the house, and Bashir’s father began to cry as his mother told Bashir, “You have opened our wounds again” (149).

During that summer, hundreds or even thousands of Palestinians made the trip across the Green Line to their old homes (or to their families’ old homes, which they had never seen). The Six Day War only increased their desire to return, and cadres—or groups led by Arafat, Abu Jihad, and other members of Fatah—led incursions across the Jordan River into the West Bank.