All her life, she was appalled by the thought that one day old age, infirmity or sickness might make her a burden on others.
Like many of her generation she did not like to make a fuss. Quiet fortitude was her style. So during her final illness she did not protest when she was treated with a level of dismissive contempt that amounted to cruelty.
When she was quarantined in a bleak and windowless hospital room, Mama — who had been diagnosed with terminal leukaemia — was accorded neither compassion nor care.
And there is no other reason that the euthanasia movement has taken such hold. Frankly, people are terrified, and with good reason. They have seen how their relatives and friends have been treated by this Godless, heathen, human-hating "autonomist" philosophy.
The English can thank heartless Protestantism for creating this cultural paranoia of "being a burden to others" that really does have the whole country in its icy grip. There is almost no religion left in this sad realm, and the Protestant revolution can be thanked for most of their current cultural woes.
Every day I thank God (and, incidentally, St. Philip, who as good as "told" me to come here) and my friends who convinced me, for bringing me to Italy and delivering me from this horror, so much worse than the simple frustrations of Italian secretaries.