During the Christmas season in the West Bank, Palestinians apply for permission papers to enter Israel. Suhair reacts to seeing the Mediterranean Sea in France: “My tears start falling, I start crying…here I can touch the sea, and I can hear the waves in South of France, but it Palestine, I can’t….this is what is so hard… that you are refugee in your own country; you can’t move, you can’t go, you can’t feel, you can’t breath in your country…” Suhair’s refugee camp, Dheisheh, and the Separation Wall, become symbols for the dismalness of the occupation and are juxtaposed to the serenity of the sea. Because of a Christmas “gift” from Israel, three shores are reached and celebrated in dance, the Palestinian body in freedom.