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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.80 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 20 Oct 2011 14:39:01 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>in english</title><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/</link><description></description><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 16:24:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright>Fabrizio Rusconi</copyright><language>it-IT</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.11.80 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>Two women in Heaven.</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 12:59:56 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2008/1/10/two-women-in-heaven.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1475773</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Two women reach heaven. There they have the following conversation:</p>

<p>1st Women: Hi! My name is Sue.<br />
2nd W: Hi! I'm anne. How did you die?<br />
1st W: I froze to death.<br />
2nd W: Oh, how horrible!<br />
1st W: Oh, it wasn't so bad. after i quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm and sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. And how about you?</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1475773.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>IRAQ: forbitten photos</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 15:12:19 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2007/11/12/iraq-forbitten-photos.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1365235</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Look at this child:</p>

<p><span class="full-image-float-none"><img src="http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/storage/3918-2.jpg" alt="3918-2.jpg" title="3918-2.jpg"/></span></p>

<p>An iraquen girl, who is crying her father. He is dead. You can see her sit beside him.<br />
Foreign soldiers shot her dad.</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1365235.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>...</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 18:54:13 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/418980020498.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1252884</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>"There were day when he crept to the edge of the forest and stood and listened to something calling him far and away. And always he returned, restless and uncomfortable, to whimper softly and wistfully at Kiche's side and to lick her face with eager, questioning tongue" J. London, White Fang. </p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1252884.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Italian delays.</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 19:02:22 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2007/8/12/italian-delays.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1203301</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="sizeGreater20">If you read above story you know where italian delays came from. Especially if the flight departs from Milan, the greatest italian shopping-city.;) </span></p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1203301.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>white fang and greetings for Kirstin</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 19:50:25 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2007/8/7/white-fang-and-greetings-for-kirstin.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1193201</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>The simple rule that I read in Jack London’s White Fang, op positive to <br />
another more antique, the famous latinian ‘Parcere subjective cerebellar <br />
superboss’, is the most terrific law of jungle: to oppress the weak and <br />
obey the strong. Today this is the rule. On a general point of view all <br />
the nations are so organize than any increase of power will make</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1193201.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>WELL DONE, BRITISH AIRWAYS!</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 15:17:12 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2007/8/7/well-done-british-airways.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1192788</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>This scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg, South Africa<br />
and London, England. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to<br />
a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess.<br />
"You obviously do not see it then?" she responded. "You placed me next to<br />
a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant<br />
group. Give me an alternative seat."</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1192788.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Clouds over Regensburg</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 15:23:45 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2007/6/30/clouds-over-regensburg.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1126393</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="caps">SC, </span>guest, writes:</p>

<p>last Thursday I shot those pictures of the sky of Regenburg.</p>

<p><span class="full-image-float-none"><img src="http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/storage/28-06-07_2033.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1183216502442" alt="28-06-07_2033.jpg" title="28-06-07_2033.jpg"/></span></p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1126393.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Baby bum.</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 08:49:24 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2007/6/21/baby-bum.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1111750</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="caps">SC,</span> Guest, writes:</p>

<p>Yesterday, laying in the grass along the lake I noticed something unusual... which shocked me! <br />
There was something laying on a pink covers. The place, not so far from me, was invaded with so much things: three covers (one of theme, the pink one), toys for kids, woman-bags, bottles.... everything left alone. <br />
Also the "think" left on the pink covers.<br />
Did you recognize it on the photo?</p>
]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/rss-comments-entry-1111750.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>...coming soon...</title><dc:creator>fr</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 10:23:30 +0000</pubDate><link>http://fabriziorusconi.squarespace.com/in-english/2007/6/11/coming-soon.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">143962:1360803:1095539</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Dear Friends,</p>

<p>you will find in future Fabrizio's articles in english here. </p>

<p>Pls be patient, it's a lot of work to do!</p>

<p>Best regards</p>

<p>Admin.</p>
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