CHH Questionnaire

1. What's CHH mission?
2. Do we see our involvement as something long term, or on the spot for this year only?
3. Should we set up a pilot project first as a way to test our commitment, and the feasibility of our mission? If yes, what would be its scope?
4. How should we organize ourselves
- Set up an NGO
- Operate under another NGO's umbrella
- Informally, until certain key milestones (time/financial) have been achieved? 5. Even if we don't set up an NGO right away or opt for informality, what are the basic rules of engagement (bylaws) regarding:
- Roles and responsibilities
- Nomination process
- Financial management
- Project implementation, communications and monitoring
- How to change the bylaws
6. Do we need 501(c)(3) status?
(If we plan to raise money from US donors, then this is a must. And apparently, it's hard to get, hence the possibility to work under an existing NGO's umbrella)
7. Should progress (in defining, planning and then monitoring a project) be recorded in a live "blog" open to all viewers?
8. Should we limit communications to a newsletter once in a while?
9. Do we want to do a Fund-Raising Event to kick off our effort?
10. Or do we want to limit the financial contributions to our inner CHH circle?
- For now? For the pilot project? Forever?

Poem for Kiki

(Désolée M. P., c'était nullement mon intention de vous plagier ...)

You said you wanted a poem
I went to the market and found
Rows and rows of yellow sunflowers
and red tulips
Men and women probing dead and live
merchandises
But no one to sell me a poem

You said you wanted a poem
The cleaning woman swearing at the vacuum cleaner
The abandoned dog howling in the abandoned car
The phone ringing with unknown faces begging you to buy
unknown things
When will I find the time to find you a poem?

You said you wanted a poem

It was the downpour on this late day of March
Keeping me in and making me think
I could just sit down and make you that poem
The way cobblers made shoes
Not for their children
But in a strange quest to make friends of
weary feet and restless mind
dreaming of the miles and miles still to be covered

I’m your cobbler, and you’re my feet
Will my love make these shoes soft and strong enough
for you my love?