I remember in the documentary Traces of Home, the old father returning to Palestine he left at 4 years of age, in the Nakba, 1948. He says he doesn't remember anything, then as he walks through the stolen village where he was born, he remembers. They find his house and the young Israeli comes out to say But it's politics of the past. There was a war, we won, sorry. Have a peaceful Shabbat.

It's the politics of the past, it keeps happening.