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In the year he became unemployed, along with all 500 of his employees, he had twins. On the day he realized that the industry he was dealing with was rudely cut off, he and Shiranka were informed of another pregnancy. Omar Miller learns to walk again and concludes a complex year


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Omar Miller sums up the difficult year of his life

In the year he became unemployed, along with all 500 of his employees, he had twins.

On the day he realized that the industry he was dealing with was rudely cut off, he and Shiranka were informed of another pregnancy.

Omar Miller learns to walk again and concludes a complex year

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Saturday, September 19, 2020, 12:00 p.m.

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The Miller family (Photo: Instagram Shirenka)

I do not really know how to start summarizing the past year.

Although each year is a story in itself, bringing with it different complexities, but the past year has been without a shadow of a doubt the hardest in my life.



Exactly a year ago I returned to Israel from the Burning Man Festival in the desert of Nevada.

This was the fifth time I managed to disappear for everyone - a week without internet, without work, perfect peace of mind.

In my worst nightmares I did not dream that my fantasy of disconnecting from the fast and nervous pace of life would come true Big Time, and this time not because of a desert music festival, but because like everyone else I would become a chapter in history books that my children and grandchildren would learn more about.



Until six months ago, I employed close to 500 employees, in restaurants on the beaches, on his horse, in Pizza Saba and in a variety of exciting culinary projects.

I lived on Arnon Street in Tel Aviv and from the window of my apartment I was privileged every evening to watch the most beautiful sunset there is.

True, the food industry has been crying out for help for years (I'm willing to help a lot less, but not so much), draconian regulations, irrational regulations, a negative and misguided image among the public about an entire industry of people who just want to do the only thing That they know and love - cook.And even though the restaurants here have been hit hard on the thigh for years, it still holds world titles, setting precedents and reaping impressive awards.No power in the world will stop us, I believed.But not only was the work wonderful, after two painful, hard years , Strengthening, tiring and frustrating of fertility treatments I had perfect twins: Moon and Ray.I lived the dream.

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A post shared by Shiran Kadar Miller (@shiranka) on Mar 9, 2020 at 7:35 am PDT

Purim.

The twins are two months old, scary rumors of a deadly and frightening epidemic.

Although we still had no idea what we were talking about, we had a gut feeling that nothing would look the same anymore.

We ticked off our first family costume and the feeling of pride and joy was mixed with a stomach ache from the unknown.



I am the world champion in repression.

I have a terrible tendency to ignore dangers, stemming from an elaborate self-destructive mechanism I developed during my life in the old world.

Not this time.

Something burned in me and refused to give me a rest.

Late at night I returned home from his horse, sat without air next to Shiranka in bed.

"We must run away from here. We must not get stuck here, let's run to the Arava, or abroad or something, just let's get away as far as possible."



I do not think I was afraid of the plague. I actually felt I was living in the days of history books and it thrilled and excited me. Twins. Two years of treatments that everyone tells you: "Horse, when the birth comes, the blow will come with it - the economic extension." And here are the twins sleeping in the bed next to us and I feel, without realizing anything, that their future is in danger


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Less than one night it took us to pack everything My parents. A guy in his forties, with soft twins and a frightened wife, returns to live with Dad and Mom. The embarrassment and shame, the horror, the worry of everything I built starting to collapse. I suddenly became a little boy again, dying of fear of what might happen. The next day the phones started: Isolation, Khalat, closure, Prime Minister's speech.



I flew back to Tel Aviv to try to understand what will happen to the workers and businesses. And so, from a businessman at the beginning of his career, with businesses around the country and working around the clock, I became unemployed and with me all the workers with me. More than a million people.

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I’ll start from the end: on Saturday afternoon I will break the law and open the porch of Suso Dizengoff.

The Israeli government is invited to look for me.

The beaches are blown up.

IKEA and kindergartens.

Gatherings of up to 100 people are allowed.

You are returning a farm in collapse for easy propulsion.

There is no clear or regulated outline or strategy.

Conflicting instructions and tremendous confusion, so unfortunately you forgot about us.

Not just us, but I allow myself to at least speak on behalf of most food people.

Let us sit on the porch.

We will follow the guidelines.

distinguished.

We are law enforcers.

Let us make a living.

It was not perceived that I could not serve food to the thousands of bathers.

It does not make sense that I would not serve his horse to diners who want to sit on the street and blossom.

I keep the law but I'm also a father.

I am not hungry for bread (for now) and although I was a little anxious and of course I know there are some who have been hurt a lot more.

And I know there are those who will probably not get up anymore.

I was taught not to cry or grumble even when justice is with you, but first to work, so unlike the director general of the Ministry of Health and the director general of the Ministry of Finance, unlike the health and finance ministers who left in the middle of the biggest crisis the country has ever known I want to keep working.

And just like Litzman, Netanyahu, Rivlin and other leaders who violated health guidelines on Seder night (despite the spit in the face that blended wonderfully with the cold sweat from the anxieties, it was heartwarming to find that even cynical politicians like you, are in the end and all people like I will also break the law and open the terrace for sitting with his horse Dizengoff.

There will be masks and gloves, an antiseptic area, distance as required, heat measurement, keeping order and all I can do to make people happy, take care of my employees and make a living for myself.

This is a basic right.

I respect those who would not want to come.

And of course I do not call any restaurant for rebellion.

The situation is shit.

I understand everything.

I have not been a man of demonstrations for a long time but your quiet and supportive demonstration in the form of getting on his horse and sitting with us and a bit of restoring our normalcy is a worthy demonstration.

Arrive, masks and gloves, keep your distance, take his horse and return.

This will be the happiest demonstration in my world.

I do not call for rebellion nor revolutionary in my soul, I just want some sanity and self-respect.

I realize every night before bed that the restaurateurs have been abandoned.

I swear to you that I did not expect help from the government, but I certainly did not believe that I would be so completely ignored.

Months ago I owned businesses that employed nearly five hundred employees.

Today I am asking for the right to work.

If I get fined I will understand this, hope I can pay.

If you put in jail, at least I can tell Lemon and Ray that Dad did everything he could to take care of them for a better future.

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A post shared by Omer Miller (@omermiller) on May 14, 2020 at 3:13 am PDT

This year has turned me from a successful young man into a frightened and protective father who ran to his parents with insane regression.

The days are over.

The plague is being studied, a huge success in the first wave.

Then an irrational, bad, fast, wrong exit strategy.



I've been to media wars more than once, against food critics or just when I felt the need to protect businesses, but this time I really couldn't keep quiet.

The fear was replaced by anger.

The state has decided to open the public space, Dizengoff Square in Tel Aviv is blowing people up, the streets are crowded.

People are thirsty for warmth and love after months of fear and distance.

But we were forbidden to open the restaurant terrace.

An absurd situation arises that stems from a complete government anomaly: buy a hamburger on his horse, get out over the locked porch line and return in masses and crowds without any precautions in the public space.

The irrationality cried to heaven and I decided I must not be silent.

And if not for me then for my twins.



On Saturday night in May I opened the porch contrary to the instructions and with complete consent to take on any punishment, to the extent that I would receive.

Fine or imprisonment, I must scream to heaven for the injustice done to us, and indeed I have opened.

Tens of thousands of supportive responses alongside curses and threats, and for two particularly long weeks I was at the heart of the storm pointing to government failures.

I am not a doctor and do not understand anything in the coefficients of infection but when I see thousands of people embracing in the street and my protected balcony and that of the other business owners, closed and bleeding I am ready to snatch all the half hatred.

The main thing is to make a living.

The protest was successful and two days later the other balconies were opened and the restaurant opening plan was brought forward. It was an exciting experience of war for life and home, mutual guarantee and unfortunately quite a few egos, jealousy and hatred.

Omar Miller and Leon's Toast, his new business

Half a year has passed and we are once again entering a terrible closure.

There is no exit strategy or compensation arrangements again.

If there’s one thing I learned during my brief paternity period, and in the half year that the whole world has turned upside down, it’s that you have no one to rely on.

Take care that there is no one there to count you.

So I started thinking about what else could be done.

I set up Leon, a toast delivery stand in Tel Aviv and Gush Dan.

Like any chef, I also do zoom cooking workshops, cook for people in homes, do small events and mostly learn to walk again.



I believe that in every evil one can also find good.

In the hardest year of my life, I had twins, so this is also the happiest year of my life.

The day I realized that the industry I was dealing with was rudely cut, we were informed of another pregnancy.

Good and bad that go hand in hand.

Creativity that was forced on me and today takes over my life.



We moved the whole family to Moshav Neve Yarak, I grow organic vegetables and cook at the local winery.

Together with Sheeran I build a new and slightly slower life.

And on New Year's Eve when a black cloud envelops us all again I refuse to despair and believe that this year we will get some light.

Because we all deserve it.

Happy New Year.

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