Names of cities, milages, and political movements are documented and exist as described.

Names and precise descriptions of Layla and her family have been changed at her request.

My God! My God! You knew the way to find me." Layla screamed with joy when she recognized my voice. I had phoned the last number I had in Nazareth from ten years ago and, when a woman answered the phone who spoke no English, I hollered Layla Ayoub into the mouthpiece. There was a pause: she hollered back a number in barely audible fractured English. I phoned the number and the process was repeated without English until on the fourth call Accre! was shouted at me. But where in Accre? Neither Layla's last name nor Muhammed's was listed in the Accre phone book. I phoned Dina, an Arab friend who knew me well and lived in a village 60 kilometers north of Nazareth. She said in good English that she knew cousins of the Ayoub family or at least she knew people who knew the cousins and she knew about Layla's family in Nazareth: her great grandfather had been a Bedouin sheikh; her father had been a lawyer, no? She also knew of Muhammed's cousins in Ramallah and some in Nablus, but it was not a good idea to phone the West Bank during the riots. But didn't Muhammed, the husband of Layla, work as a teacher in an Arab village north of Accre? If she couldn't find out through the cousins she would phone someone in the village council of the Arab village where she believed Muhammed taught. Or she could phone an Arab newspaper in East Jerusalem where Layla's uncle was a cousin to the editor.