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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Some people think that I’m writing this blog from Iceland. Not true. Though I’ve been to Iceland as recently as this summer, I actually live in Brooklyn. However, that could change. What I need to determine is where I can do the most good. Here, in the United States, where I can more easily reach people in a position to help Icelanders? Or in Iceland, where I can more accurately report on the situation, and on those who need help there (and where’s it’s now really cheap to live thanks to the currency problems)?
