Yesterday night, we listened a beautiful song about the conference, written by Andrew Sullivan, from the Organized crime and corruption reporting project, in Bosnia and Herzegovina. The title of this song is "Icelandic ash hole".
Icelandic ash hole, made memiss my plane
A said mean ole ash hole, made me miss my plane
Stinking up the air so bad, well I had to take a train
Belching out the smoke, many miles on up the air
He's belching out the smoke, so many miles on up the air
By everytime I look, I don't see no nothing there
Oh mean old ash hole, don't cover us with ash
Oh mean icelandic ash hole, don't cover us now with ash
My friend don't come to town, they all will take a pass
Oh Jean-Philippe, I need a room now please
Oh Jean-Philippe, I need a room now please
Your hotel all is empty and your budget has holes like cheese
Iceland oh yeah Iceland, why you treat us poor
Iceland oh iceland, you really treat us poor
First your banks are sinking, now your mountains roar
Oh poor Iceland, I got nothing left to say
No more talking Iceland, I got nothing left to say
If we could pick you up, I'd move you far away