As night falls on a forbidding desert track a little girl sits by a bullet riddled bus too frightened to cry. The violated body of her mother lies a few yards away. Her father, the bus driver, sits slumped over the wheel; his blood has mingled with that of twelve dead passengers. She can't see her older brother. In a few hours an army patrol stumbles onto the scene of what the morning newspapers will call The Massacre at Scorpion's Pass. In Israel in 1954 a five year old girl who had witnessed her family and nine others shot or bludgeoned to death was offered sympathy but little else. Her closest relatives placed her in a kibbutz commune while swindling her out of a modest inheritance. And this was just the start of her troubles.