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The Unified Food Control Agency (EFET) carried out an extraordinary control and sampled the product “Smoked Trout of Karpenisi” (fillet)’ with the trade name ‘frésco’ and proceeded with its recall, as the presence of the pathogenic microorganism Listeria monocytogenes was found. OR recall of the product by the EFET it was done in the context of an epidemiological investigation of a case of…

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Chrysler recalls over 1 million vehicles

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US — Stellantis, the parent company of Chrysler, Jeep, Dodge and Ram, has issued a massive safety recall affecting more than 1.07 million vehicles in the United States after federal regulators identified a defect that could increase the risk of vehicle fires, even when the vehicles are parked a

Check out what’s clicking on FoxBusiness.com. The recent Class I recall of over 900 cases of Alfredo sauce, triggered by an ingredient supplier’s dry milk powder potentially contaminated with Salmonella, sends a stark reminder through the food manufacturing sector about the inherent vulnerabilities within complex supply chains. Designated by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) as its most…

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Gen Z Is Lost in the Backrooms

The Backrooms arrived online in 2019 as a single image: a photograph of an empty office, yellow walls, wet carpet, humming fluorescents. The caption read, if you’re not careful and you nospace out of reality in the wrong areas, you’ll end up in the Backrooms. It was creepypasta. It was also, for an entire generation, something else: a map.

They already knew the smell of that carpet. They were already in those rooms.

Gen Z grew up inside institutions designed for an economy that no longer exists, schooled for jobs that evaporated, told to follow a path whose endpoint quietly dissolved. The Backrooms resonated not because it was frightening but because it was familiar. Endless beige corridors. No exits marked. The sense that you clipped through a wall somewhere in childhood and have been wandering the maintenance level ever since.

This is the generation that named their malaise in memes before therapists had words for it. Liminal space photography. “Dreamcore.” The feeling of a parking garage at 2am. Empty swimming pools. School hallways after hours. They curated these images obsessively, trading them like evidence of a shared condition: yes, this is what it feels like to exist right now.

The Backrooms gave the condition mythology. You didn’t fail to launch — you noclipped. You aren’t stuck — you’re exploring a level. The grammar shifted from personal failure to cosmic accident, and that shift, however small, made the ceiling a little higher.