{"id":17685,"date":"2025-11-13T17:31:44","date_gmt":"2025-11-13T17:31:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/enamonotfp.com\/?p=17685"},"modified":"2026-01-02T19:02:20","modified_gmt":"2026-01-02T19:02:20","slug":"ta-trapezia-mas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/enamono.com\/en\/ta-trapezia-mas\/","title":{"rendered":"Our tables!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The dining room \u2014 with the long, slender table standing on lion\u2019s feet, or that oval one with the extra leaf for the grand feasts when the whole family gathers. The place where we spread the good tablecloth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cooking from the night before and before dawn breaks, the whole house perfumed \u2014 slow-cooked tomato stew with thick pasta, or lamb roasting in the oven; and the salads, lettuce finely chopped with dill and fresh spring onion; and the cheeses, the little dishes, everything laid out on the good china.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sunday at noon, when the children come, or on Dad\u2019s name day \u2014 the relatives, the cousins \u2014 the little ones at the small side table; heat spilling out of the kitchen; \u201clet me help, what should I bring?\u201d \u201cOh come sit down, Maria, let\u2019s begin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We begin under the best of omens, and halfway through someone mentions politics, or the ancestors, or inheritance, or something \u2014 something that should not have been said \u2014 and boom, the table catches fire, voices rise, \u201ccome on, don\u2019t be like that,\u201d \u201ccheers,\u201d and then the quiet settles in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet there are times when the table holds a true celebration \u2014 filled with love, friendship, emotion for the reunion. Usually with fewer relatives, fewer burdens, fewer unspoken things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The table is, after all, the place where humanity gathers.\nIt is the ground of meeting \u2014\nwhere people love one another,\ncare for each other,\nshare food,\nwrite and erase,\nrest their heads above a glass,\nspeak, laugh, weep.\n\nIt is the landscape of our closeness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whether it is wooden, glass, square or round, it is the table that carries our memories like a boat in the Aegean Sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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P.S Our tables, then \u2014 those square ones, the long narrow ones, the oval ones, the ones with extensions that make room for everyone and everything. The ones standing on lion\u2019s legs, or on the carved wooden boule that holds four sculpted feet; the glass tables with the long iron legs\u2026 all those tables that, whatever form they take, carry the weight of our lives. They endure our gatherings, our joys, our Sunday cooking, our New Year\u2019s feasts with our best dishes. They endure our arguments \u2014 the small ones, and the Homeric ones too \u2014 that end in tears but also in relief, because what haunted our insides was finally spoken.\n\nThese are the tables that celebrate with us in every \u201ccheers, my friends,\u201d that watch candles blown out and hear the wishes for \u201cmany more.\u201d They shine with happiness beside us on holidays, delight in the fine tablecloths, the hidden china, the gleaming cutlery. These tables that are inherited and continue their lives in new homes; the ones that, in those new homes, transform into desks on weekdays, welcoming children spreading out their modeling clay and markers, supporting computers and the little basket for the keys \u2014 these multitasking tables have a place in the life and history of humanity.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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