Håndtrykk, Musafaha
The wind ruffled his hair. The PA announcer ruffled his ears. In a time like this, he had to pick one institution and defend it, so which institution was he defending by going up to Iraqi and Norwegian fans and trying to organize them in Boston to pursue transparent oil sovereign wealth funds in Iraq? He walked the concourse of Gillette — ‘Boston Stadium’ for the course of the Cup — with a sheaf of papers wedged between a few fingers in one hand and a hot dog that was trying to escape the bun in his other. Santiago Principles, he said again and again. The Alaskan Permanent Fund, he said, again and again. He asked the Norwegians if any of them knew the group Publish What You Pay or TRACE. He asked the Iraqis if any of them knew anyone connected to the Al-Nahrain Foundation for Transparency and Integrity. And he wasn’t expecting to solve this over the course of one match — in one fell swoop, in one fell go — but he was here, so he was going to try.