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Barghouti was a student at Cairo University when the 1967 war left the West Bank under Israeli occupation, and he was barred from going home. In 1996, after the Oslo Accords, he got a permit and walked across the short wooden Allenby Bridge, past Israeli soldiers, to Ramallah and his village of Deir Ghassana. A crossing of a few steps took thirty years of exile, and his brother Mounif died abroad in 1993 without ever making it.
Barghouti argues that the easiest way to strip a people of legitimacy is to begin their story from the second act. If the Palestinian story starts with their violence instead of the 1948 expulsions, the victim becomes the aggressor. Whoever controls where the narrative begins controls who looks guilty.
Barghouti holds that a person needs to be uprooted only once to become permanently displaced. Exile is not a place you leave but a condition you carry. The displaced person keeps a provisional relationship to every later home, address and plan, and even a physical return does not undo it.
By keeping people away from their land, the occupation turns a real place of smells, streets and boring afternoons into a symbol to be loved from afar. Generations of exiles end up adoring an idealized homeland they cannot remember, which Barghouti calls an unknown beloved. Seen this way, real liberation means being allowed to find Ramallah ordinary again, not sacred.