Woche 17: Im Meer, Bam Bam, heißer Mais/ Gastkolumne

Five cobs of corn that tell the experiences of the family members. Each has their own way and mental burden, and just how much they love corn.
Dinner has become a great source of comfort for us. This family time that I always longed for suddenly comes to life. Basketball, meetings, friends, training, laziness... all those scheduling matters that occupy the lives of busy people, which interfere with the existence of a family dinner according to the book, suddenly vanish in an instant. A restart that emptied us all to a starting point, and suddenly five people, every evening, sit together at the table for a meal. No one is on the phone (except for my occasional slips), no one is eating half-standing or looking at the food and wondering if it's not what they ate yesterday and the day before. Boiling pots, nostalgic flavors, and a moment of relaxation in the very uncomfortable day each of us has gone through, in our own way.
Tomar conducts the event with a strong hand, planning meals for the stomach and the heart and managing to bring us every evening to close the day together. Yesterday we talked about the things we miss from home - friends, family, pita bread from Mati's grocery store, Grandma suddenly opening the door, riding the bus, Friday's surprise. More and more experiences that make a home, things we miss so much.
At 5:44 AM, the relative tranquility that envelops us from the previous evening is disrupted. It takes a few minutes to get a grip and wake Michael and Mati. Mati grumbles, angry, and promises it's the last time he's waking up for that awful school and he'll soon return to Israel alone. Michael, accepting, looks disdainfully at his whiny brother -