Kamal Nabalusia is a member of a family who has lived in the Old City for generations. In 1967 he was 14 years old and working to help earn his family’s livelihood. In a wagon that he built himself, Kamal would pick up flour from the distribution point of the UN agency, UNRWA, and distribute it to refugees.
On the morning that the war began he went out through the Lion’s Gate to collect the flour as usual and noticed an increased movement of Jordanian army vehicles. He didn’t pay attention, but his father, who noticed him outside the wall, called to him to come back immediately, since war had broken out. Kamal managed to get back into the city right before the gates were closed.
Near the gate stood a bus for those who wanted to be evacuated from the city and Nabalusia’s father led the family towards the bus, holding a stick with a white cloth attached on top. When they got to the bus they saw that it had been hit and was on fire, so they made their way back home. At least, whether we live or die, said Nabalusia’s grandmother, we will be home. They stayed inside the house for three days. When they entered the house, there were Jordanian Legionnaires on the street, and when they came out there were IDF soldiers instead.
Kamal still lives in the Old City, and runs a restaurant where his father’s shop used to be.