It was 1972, in Uruguay. He was a young man, a Christian Arab from Bet Jallah, near Bet Lehem, in the West Bank, who stayed some years in Uruguay studying Medicine. He was denied a permit to go back home to his family. He did nothing wrong. I still remember him crying like a small child.
Migrants rush train tracks as Budapest station reopens (dpa)
from the article: Ethnic cleansing of Palestinians, or, democratic Israel at work