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When Iceland's economy crumbled in 2008, so went the leisurely party lives of thousands of young Icelanders. They are called "The Cuddly Generation" (Krutt-kynslotin in Icelandic), and they need your help. Please donate whatever you can - money, plane tickets, alcohol or kind words (they all speak English). Anything to help these beautiful, fun-loving viking progeny reclaim the free-spirited times of no work and all play to which they grew so accustomed... even if it's just for one wild night.

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If you are an Icelander longing for your glory days, send me a photo and your story; I will tell the world how carefree your life once was, and how depressing and lame it is now. And if you are a humanitarian who would like to contact one of the Icelanders whose story you saw here, email me and I will forward your message to them.

Call me Rhys Southan.

rhys ( @ ) adoptanicelander (DOT) com

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First Go the Immigrants

Here’s eyewitness testimony from a Polish immigrant who is leaving a partied-out Iceland to return to economic stability in his motherland:

Hello!

I wanted to reply the next day after you wrote to me, because I thought that the situation would be clear. But it is changing all the time…

Now in Rvk everybody is talking about the crisis. I haven’t seen any lines, but I work the graveyard shift, so I sleep during the day.

Many immigrants bought one-way tickets from Iceland. But companies just started deductions, and they’re not so big. So everybody is waiting for the government’s decisions.

Icelanders are joking about the crisis, so the atmosphere is not so bad (it’s even sometimes funny). But I’m calm because before the crisis, I bought a ticket to Poland, so I won’t stay here. Maybe I just won’t have money ;]

He and his roommate were kind enough to let me stay with them in August. I had never met anyone so enthusiastic about any country before, ever. He was planning on staying in Reykjavik for the long haul; he hitchhiked around the island every chance he got, he liked the people so much that he called it “Niceland” and he was even learning Icelandic. Now, more than likely, he is leaving it.

Oh, Iceland, what is to become of you?

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