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Quanto è comune che siano cotte in grasso animale invece che olio vegetale? Ho scoperto oggi cercando su Google che esiste questa cosa

Sono 20F vegana da molti anni ma in realtà molto poco attenta agli ingredienti nascosti come burro e strutto a meno che non fossero alimenti che si sa al 100% contengono prodotti animali. tutto questo tempo al bar per esempio prendevo le pizzette di sfoglia. È vero che quasi sempre hanno burro e/o strutto? Non so perché i cornetti sapevo istintivamente fossero tutti non vegani e quindi dall’inizio chiedo se li hanno vegani, ma le pizzette erano fuori dal mio radar

I’d like to share w you guys their history because it deeply fascinated me and kept me up all night. Mostly it’s about the way my country (Italy) has treated their memory.

These were two young men who did a terrorist attack, killing 25 Papal zouaves + two civillians one of which was a little girl. They were sentenced to death in 1867.

Their tombstone calls them “martyrs for liberty” (despite their questionable means) and the Italian poet Carducci (was very anticlerical, especially at the beginning of his life, wrote an Ode to Satan which was basically him exalting reason and progress against the “darkness” he perceived in the Church) wrote a poem about them “Per Giuseppe Monti e Gaetano Tognetti” which portrays them as martyrs for liberty and paints Pope Pius IX as a bloodthirsty, vampire like figure.

However, I came across this lenghty Civiltà Cattolica account of their final days http://www.gliscritti.it/blog/entry/4186, in Italian obviously, and now I don’t know how much is true and how much is propaganda but they apparently died an exemplary death, reconciled with the Church.

“- Fr. Giuliano, I feel something in my heart, but I don’t know what it is.

- Go on, my dear Tognetti, tell me what you’re feeling now.

- I feel a stillness, a peace, a contentment in my heart that I seem to have experienced like this only once before: it was during the spiritual exercises I did at Ponte Rotto. (A devout place where many Romans, especially the common people, retreat at certain times to do spiritual exercises, and especially young boys, to prepare for their First Communion.) It is such contentment that I cannot explain it... and yet I must go to my death: but what could this be?

“My dear Gaetano,” replied the religious, “this is not our own strength or virtue, but the grace of Jesus Christ; who wishes to triumph over you and over nature: it is the Lord, who when He mortifies with one hand, knows how to vivify and console with the other. Thank the Lord from the bottom of your heart, for He shows Himself so good to you.”

He was then led into the next room to make whatever testamentary arrangements he wished. The poor man had nothing to bequeath but a few rags, which he left for the poor; and 22 soldi, which he found in his pocket, and which he handed over to the Provveditore of the Confraternity, for a Mass in suffrage of the Souls in Purgatory. On this occasion, he declared himself deeply repentant for the evil he had done, in the presence of the witness Brothers, and at the same time expressed the most beautiful and Christian sentiments that can be heard from the mouth of a Christian toward his parents, relatives, and friends.”

Similar feelings expressed by Monti:

”When the moment of Communion arrived, he recited the Creed aloud, then turned to an officer and three guards, and once again asked forgiveness for his scandals; finally, he took off his shoes and, barefoot as a sign of penance, approached the altar. And those present wept with tenderness. On that day, thanks to some aid sent to him by pious people, he was able to have a more substantial meal; his guards granted him a little more freedom from then on, and he said candidly that this had been the happiest day of his life.“

Accordingly to the article, both of them wanted people to know of their repentance and wanted others not to repeat their actions, they wouldn’t have wanted their tombstone to say they were ”martyrs for liberty.”

While the death penalty is obviously abhorrent and I’m glad we moved past that as the Catechism rightly states, I just have to say that this sentiment expressed at the end of the account is really touching:

”The chaplain spoke a few words from the podium, saying nothing but words of praise for the two deceased; and the compassionate brothers carried the bodies away for the funeral and burial. One of the attendants told us: “I have witnessed the deaths of many evildoers: I have never seen such exemplary conduct in the patients, nor such religious emotion in those present; it was a true triumph of God’s mercy, rather than of human justice. The people watched anxiously as the ministers of God returned, and with a kind of satisfaction seemed to say: We thank you for the good you have done for those unfortunate souls. ” We shall no longer call them wretched: faith teaches us that God’s forgiveness not only covers sin with a veil, but erases and annihilates it; and the most guilty of men, after that almighty forgiveness, is nothing other than a friend of God, and, in the next Life, a soul glorious for all eternity.“

Even if one thinks it’s propaganda it’s still a fact that they accepted the Sacraments, and it’s really uncomfortable to me that their right to repent for having killed 27 people has been revoked for political reasons pretty much in the way they have been remembered.

I obviously don’t think we should return to the Papal states or pre unification Italy, just it’s interesting to compare the two perspectives on this event.

ferritin 14.50 folate 3.53 ironemia 35.00, I’m 20F and not yet anemic according to my blood test. My doctor gave me supplements but I was wondering based on your personal experience: are these values “low enough” to justify constant exhaustion, tiredness, mood swings ect. Currently unemployed and a day of running small errands, doing minor house chores or volunteering work and taking care of my grandma feels utterly exhausting, and I have to sit down between small tasks. To some level due to my past I know laziness is involved some what but I was wondering to what extent currently bc I really wish I could do more things.

I never found the cause for something that happened to me when I was 19, I got drunk for the first time and had a bad hangover and I couldn’t stop throwing up so I went to the ER and they gave me IV Plasil but my dad misguidedly asked the nurse to send it faster bc it was coming out in slow drops (the way it should be administered.) I suddenly felt relieved of my nausea and was dismissed but shortly before dismissal I felt a plunging, cold sensation. It wasn’t a cold day but I was suddenly unexplainably so cold and no matter how I would try to cover myself it would feel cold, and no matter how I would sit I was uncomfortable. In the car back home I had this weird feeling, almost like depersonalization where I’d look at my hand and just the feeling of being in my own skin was bizzarre. I thought it was all in my head bc the nausea and costant vomiting were over so I tried to act ”normal”, go to the supermarket ect and listen to music but everything felt odd and painful in a way I can’t describe. I started squeezing a pillow bc I had this terrible tension that I just couldn‘t find a cause for and felt this feverish-but-cold feeling. I tried to explain it to my mother (a nurse) but then I just couldn‘t find the words. I got checked by another doctor and couldn’t explain the symptoms but the feeling of being laid down in the hospital bed was unbearable, so I went back home and again tried to do “normal“ things like pace, eat and check my phone but it all felt unbearable. I never felt this way before but I thought it was the beginning of some deadly infection. I thought it was a bad panic attack and got my dad to drive me around at night and that’s when the physical component manifested itself, the need to restlessly extend and move my legs, I was exhausted and couldn’t drift off, I thought I was losing my mind. I went back to the hospital (3rd) time and they thought it was a seizure! Then the neurologist came and gave me Valium and I quickly recovered. WORST FEELING EVER! I felt trapped in a psychological horror story. And the worst thing was I couldn’t describe the symptoms to the meds bc it was such an alien sensation, “impending doom” anxiety feeling + unexplainable malaise, before the leg movements started. I never got an explanation for this event and it always remained a mystery to me, it was so intense but only lasted like ~9 hours. Was it akathisia or something else?