Friday evening. The family gathers around the table – three generations, memories, silences, loves that have not died out, and others that have eroded.
Uri and Ruthy, Neta and Idan – each of them has a story, but they all return to the same meeting point: pea soup that evokes childhood smells, a faded carpet, fleeting glances, old desires and secrets that are kept quiet.

Between the grandson jumping on the carpet and the gefilte fish and the dessert on the laid table, between opening old albums and silences that cannot be broken – the plots emerge: the kibbutz period, the movement, Friday evenings and first loves. Everything is conducted in a fragile system that is about to shatter.

Through small gestures and everyday nuances managed with theatrical skill, and moments of kindness and quiet misunderstandings, a portrait of one family unfolds, trying to maintain the warmth of their hearts even when it seems they have already drifted too far apart.

With sensitive and precise writing, Ella Alterman weaves a story about entire lives that come together around one table,
And about the possibility of being together again, even for one evening.