Pol, Nathen and I went to Dehaishah refugee camp. I wanted to see Yazen and say goodbye. Yazen and a couple of other lads gave us a tour around including their 87-year-old grandfather who still lived in one of the concrete boxes that the UN built for the refugees in 1948.

He was asleep on the concrete floor and the boys persisted in waking him. Pol, Nathen and I insisted that it wasn't important.

We went to the martyrs graved yard where about 40-odd Dehaishah camp men, women and children lay since the intifadah.

Some of the boys brothers and sisters were buried there; others were in prison, many it seemed as a result of the siege of the Nativity.

Every wall of Deshaishah camp is a testament to the resistance - in the form of writing, stencils of the dead, posters of Martyrs and peace murals, many of them painted by Yazen.

Tank tracks have imprinted the concrete roads where the Israeli army often have come at night looking for 'terrorists'.

Paul Gent