The central Palestinian legend is the myth of the refugees. A million Arabs, by most responsible accounts, left their homes during Israel's independence war in 1947-48. At ceasefire talks in Cyprus the following year, a British-trained Israeli diplomat whom I knew, Walter Eytan by name, offered to let most, though not all, of the displaced persons return home. The gesture was flatly rejected. Instead, the refugees were crammed by Arab states into squalid camps, pending the day of return. The centre of Jenin, a prosperous garden town, was turned into a nursery for martyrs. Those who fled the camps were denied basic rights, including citizenship, in Arab states.