We were a group of children, growing up in Jerusalem, during the British Mandate in the 40s, before and during the founding of the State of Israel. In the midst of the war-torn city and during the 1948 War, our neighborhood experiences intense sniping and bombings. We especially recall living through the months of siege on the city, with a scarcity of water and food. Now, seventy years on, we recollect our adventures, with humor as well as with pain concerning our personal tragedies. Can the home-movies, photos, dairies and letters documenting our parents' daily activity, feelings and thoughts - found and uncovered during the making of the film - provide us now with closure to the pain and suffering experienced and which our parents, silent as always, hid from us?