An Israeli soldier on patrol in the West Bank is injured and captured by a Palestinian militia. Dragged to an underground hiding place until the men decide what to make of him, he passes out from the pain. The rebels watch the Israeli news carefully. The press reports on the death of the other Israeli, the soldier’s friend, but not on the disappearance of their captive. Not newsworthy in his own country, he is now worth nothing to them and is a burden rather than a valuable hostage. They abandon him in a ditch in a remote village, where he is found by a goatherd and taken to the home of a blind widow and her daughter, Falastin. The two women are still mourning the disappearance and feared death of a son and brother, Nessim.

The injured man resembles him so much that they will themselves to believe it is him. The Israeli himself has amnesia about his own identity and day by day becomes not only a son to the members of this new, small, troubled family but also a lover and, gradually, a Palestinian.

This is the tale of one man and his two lives, one Israeli and one Palestinian, of the love and the loss he knows on both sides of the divide, and is a strident call for peace.