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.
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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I spent four days in Old Iceland this summer. We got in on August 9, and that night we inadvertantly stumbled into a Stereo Total concert at a club called Organ (now called “Organ RIP” on Myspace - already killed by the economic crisis?).
Rarely have I seen such a joyous, unflappable crowd. Icelanders sure knew how to party!
Too bad it’s all over now.
(photos by Esme Rilke)
