Booming Aid Hoax

It's not a movie, but who knows, maybe one day someone uses it as a good script.

Up to 30% of aid funds in conflict areas are wrongly spent. Jean Mazurelle, former director of the World Bank branch in Kabul, estimated that 35%–40% of all international aid being sent to Afghanistan is “wrongly spent”. “In Afghanistan, the wastage of aid is sky-high: there is real looting going on. In the 30 years of my career, I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said.

Similar looting took place in Somali, which cause direct American intervention back in 1992. Black market traded aid goods for real dollars there where people were dying of hunger.

As an author of War Games: The Story of Aid and War in Modern Times Linda Pulman says, foreign aid became a reason of some unrest and rebellions in many corners of the world. The logic behind it is simple: without violence and devastation, there is no aid. So, the more devastation, conflict, violence and terror, the more place seems to be in need of humanitarian approach, and together with it, real money comes.

In post-conflict Mozambique, mafia organizations founded NGO's which made a lot of attempts to swingle money from overseas aid funds.Foreign diplomats and UNDP workers were forced to carry guns if they really wanted to supervise how money is being spent. Some of them got themselves seriously injured.  

Not only insurgents consider foreign aid as a good way to get richer. There is a growing number of websites which represent problems with some area by heartcatching words and no real concrete details of implemented projects, dare to ask good-willing people for donation. How many of them trust such websites? It is difficult to say. It is not easy to prove a hoax being done this way. What if these money are really helping someone?

How to recognize which initiative is trustworthy and which isn't? My long term practice in watching NGO actions tells me that each organization which wants to build social credibility, gathers some big names in their scientific or advisory boards, or the members themselves have long enough scientific or diplomatic careers that their call for money gives some hope, that it goes for real needs. Next thing is project evaluation report, which credible organization should do and publish at least once a year. What has been done? What did we accomplish? It is easier to monitor such things if it is a hard-aid NGO, much less easy if it is just a watchdog. But even a watchdog gains credibility by making it's actions really known.

I have known a lot of NGO activists and workers starting from Amnesty International, ending on local environmental initiatives. Some of them, after 10 years of hard work for bigger and better known NGO, started new initiative, new foundation which fulfilled certain niche, a space in society which still needs some action. The basis of trust however, are former careers of these people, their long years of experience, and the very simple fact that, they are not John Doe's.

If you see that the owner of some website which calls for donations and gives literally no solid information, is a John Doe, a "noname" with no achievements, no history, no background, skip it. If such a person wants to help others, there are thousands of better ways than starting his or her own "organization" in the age of 23 with a "donate" button using Joomla template.

If you really want to help, donate your work, donate your time for something local, something you really know. Give cloths away to Caritas, volunteer to clean space after the flood. If you need to give cash, think twice before you do.

Lupa

...jump! So she avoided sight of scent hounds again. Another time on that winter night. Snow and ice crunching under their feet made it possible tobe heared from the far. But so she could be heard from a distance too. The skillful silent walk made very slight noise which her humters more felt than crealy heard.

She stopped to look around. Spruce, pinewood and oaks so high above closed their crowns up there. Warm steam of breath moved slowly away from her nosdrils. Lungs worked like crazy up and down. Pulse slowly very slowly went back to normal. Light of million stars glistened everywhere. She thought it is visible, the embrace of freeze which forces to struggle, makes trails visible. Hunting was easy for her in these long weeks in the forest. This time however she was being hunted for...

The passion of a goal in the air speeded dogs foreward. Lupa was there in the woods in front of them, strong, fast, but so vulnerable in her solitude. Scent of her fur excited their senses, scent of freedom they had never known.

She stopped resting and thinking and moved own slowly. Blackberry bushes marked the way to the swamps. Scream of tawny owl teared apart heavy silence in the air. Not far from her way of escape brave mother of the mice tribe gave herself up to the ancient pirate. Circle of life went on.

Not me! You will never get me!, thought she running restlessly ahead. Passing junipers and royal ferns Lupa could smell increasing humid essence of swamps ahead of her. It was the kingdom of elks where she headed. Never before needed she to be hidden so deeply in the woods running for dear life, trying to avoid the fate.

Moss gently moved under her paws. Instinct told her to stop going this way but instinct also told her to live. One step after another. In between fallen pines and small birches and willows she could see black mirror of water, black as a coal with none spark of a star in it. Waiting for it's victims... waiting patiently... for her?

Moss moved again as she jumped on a fallen pine. Another one she could see so far away. Too far to reach it! Bark of dogs went closer, her front paws slipped into the black sucking hell. Long seconds of struggle to get them out but why, for approaching nemezis. destiny? Is it her time now, is it what has to happen?

Goddess of nature herself helped her that moment. Told to stretch muscles and jump, her thin body almost reached the pole of pine, clinging to remains of birch she suffocated , breathed with a wistle trying to grasp a bit of air inside, pulling herself up. She laid on the pine getting strengths back. Long minutes seemed to pass endlessly. Her body shivered in convulsions. There, 100 m away ahead was the shelter of deep forest. If only she could get there?

Could she?... Her bright eyes measured difficulties. Only small birches and willows had given any hope for salvation. So she started gently jumping from one poor piece of wood to another. Had she fallen into black deepness she would never come up from it's embrace. Never...

But Goddess of Nature had grace on this night. Exhausted, grey mistress of night, climbed up the moss on the other side. Black hell let her go. On the other side, male cohort of hounds blinded with primeaval passion went on to the swamp to meet their destiny. She stood looking onto the dance macabre, kept watching first two brave ones as their nosdrils desperately tried to gasp and soon their bodies sucked into the black arms of death.

She stood watching the rest as they kept barking in a helpless desperation, could see her, could not get her.

"Darkness is my kingdom, not yours". Her proud pose had spoken unspeakable.

She turned her thin body and vanished in the woods. Long time could she hear desperate barking.

Lupa of the White Forest
to be continued....

Closer

And so it is...

It has been a while since I had seen "Closer" by Mike Nichols. I had seen many more movies which I should write about here.

But. I had just closed a chapter in my life, directly related with life away from my circle of best friends and family. I met another best friends but after 6 months I am emotionally exhausted. Decided to sort out quantities of my stuff and found souvenirs and memoirs and many other things.

Have noticed how often one ends up clinged in a situation when it seems impossible not to get hurt because you have a ringing bell in your brain. Some people decide to listen to a ringing bell some decide to ignore it. Some yet decide to fight.

The director shows several of characters mutually involved in a romance. An affair starts between a lost guy who saves a young girl from some accident ( brilliant Natalie Portman here). Soon after he is bored with a heart given up to him on a plate and moves on an affair with a silent mysterious photographer (Julia Roberts) who thanks to our mr Lost (Jude Law) meets her husband (Clive Owen).

"Quit the crap" heard I from one close Dutch friend recently "if you want something you get it. As long as you believe in it you fight for it. You lose or you win but you fight".

Very soon betrayed husband finds out his wife's cheating actions and enraged makes a show of anger and jealousy on her. But suprisingly the director wants us not to see how he quits with dignity but how he fights her back. How he uses the very fact of a bond between a man and a woman and he fights her back successfully.

Mr Lost who ends up as Mr Looser in this moment returns to what he had rejected earlier, a young girl freshly heartbroken who unfortunately had sex with everyone would thought "honest and thuggish" Mr Husband in a moment of weakness. Rejected once again, Alice walks off in a crowd of people just as she walked in in the initial scenes. What happens with her later? Does her young inexperienced heart ever recover? Who does she become? That we do not know, this is the question the director leaves to be answered by everyone individually.

Despite enormous volume of pain it is still a movie of hope. It is subconsciouslly suggested to us. The dominant color in the movie is green, all shades of green including greenlike water in the aquarium, or greenlike surroundings of the streets and apartments. Green is a color of hope.

When Alice walks away she wins. Mr Lost stays himself alone first time ever crying because games after all, do not pay off.

Alice walks away to start over and to leave the chapter called "mistakes" behind her. 

This all had come to my mind when l was watching Damien Rice today. Long time ago someone had send me a link and told me to watch a movie. 

And so it is... just like you said it should be...