Juliet Lamont was freezing in the back of a prison van that had been driving through the desert for hours – no idea where she was going, listening to the roar of military aircraft – when she saw the sign.
The van windows were blacked out and she was afraid she would be struck if she looked around, but, craning her head and peering through a crack, she could read it. Some of the blue and white signs were in Hebrew, others Arabic. This one was in English. Later, as soon as she had access to a pen, the Australian documentary maker would scribble it down, as best as she could recall, upon a serviette.
