The "officer" declared with a straight face, that they honoured the Geneva Conventions and to illustrate this, a macabre spectacle ensued. They brought in a Palestinian boy with injuries to his throat. "See how we treat Palestinians". After the boy's injuries were examined and dressed in an ambulance in the courtyard he was carried away in a landrover. We feared the worst for this poor chap. The "officer" and the menacing man with his black beard and beret , who had been very agressive, were now kept in the background. Most of us took turns to be interrogated. Had we ever looked after injured Palestinian fighters? Had we seen any fedayeen in the hospital? We had not. Had we ever been praised for our work by Palestinian leaders?

While I waited to be interrogated I heard the sound of explosions and automatic rifle fire coming from the camps.

At about 9.30 or 10 a.m. we were handed over to the Israeli military. The Phalangists - it seemed - followed orders. The Israeli forward command post, in a building with 7 floors, was about a hundred meters away from the Phalangist headquarters. It was situated on the edge of Shatila. Weeks later I returned to this building and from the top I had an excellent view of Shatila, especially the part where most of the slaughter had taken place.