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Jeg har i lang tid gået og puslet med en ide og nu vil jeg så hører andres mening om mulighederne. Jeg vil producere alpaka trøjer i Sydamerika, og sælge dem engro til diverse butkker og butikskæder rundt i landet, og muligvis senere udvide til norden og Tyskland. Alpaka ulden er blødt som cahsmere og tempere kroppen optimalt. Jeg vil lave tidsløse designs med klassiske linier. Produktionen i Peru skal være en del af et u-lands projekt og produktionen skal være økologisk. Hvor starter man henne, med hensyn til financiering, markedsundersøgelser osv.? Og er der realistisk at starte et sådan foretagende i en alder af 18? Jeg håber i vil komme med lidt gode råd. Mvh. Johannes |
http://www.alpacapetes.com/ - fairtrade, har produkterne i forvejen. Email og hør hvem der importerer til DK/norden for der er muligvis allerede nogen.
Men grundlæggende vil jeg sige at enhver idé, der bygger på "nødhjælp gennem kapitalisme" er både beundringsværdig samt ligger i trend.
For 2 år siden, skrev jeg følgende artikel om fænomenet, den ser du her nedenfor - jeg har bortredigeret en del der i denne sammenhæng ikke er relevant: (og bemærk hvordan den også omtaler det jeg i dag kalder at have et godt "univers", om hvilket du kan læse mere på www.designafmikkel.dk)
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Summary: buying African products is the only responsible way to "make poverty history". And it's a natural symbiosis too.
In the dark hut a black skinny male body is bent over the wood, carving meticulously deeper into its flesh of fiber. As the shape of a hideous face is revealed from the block of Sese, the African will polish it up with the attention of a master craftsman and a worn piece of sandpaper. His wife will then take it from him, she will paint the mask in the traditional patterns that marks their tribe, furnish a wooden box with the shavings from the pile beside her husband and lay the artwork carefully therein, safely sealing it for transport. If all goes well, this mask will make a solid addition to the family's income and distance them all from the pains of hunger. As she puts down the box outside the hut along with the others, she looks around, where her neighbors are all working on similar pieces of wood which they put in boxes and stack outside in the sunlight, waiting for the old green lorry to come bumbling into the village at the end of the month.It will take the boxes to the docks of the big city, where they will be loaded onto a ship by an old, rusty crane in the midst of an organized chaos of stacked cages of chickens, sacks of grain on the back of worn down men, the noise of seagulls and the eternal reddish dust that covers everything in a thin fine layer. The ship will lift anchor and begin it's depart for the unknown, a mythologically revered world that some say lies out there past the horizon...You hear the doorbell and go to open. It's the postman, he's got a heavy crate for you with a strange look to it - and a bit of reddish dust over the label. You have almost forgotten that You ordered it and Your curiosity is awaken as if you were 7 years old again on Christmas day. You carry it back inside, place it on the table, and open it up, remove the coverings, and from it's comfortable bowel, lift up a beautiful African Tribal mask into the light.
As You look at it, images of how it came to life in a little hut in a little village far far away, begins to roll by inside Your mind.
Welcome to the real world of Free Trade! (TM)
From a macro economical point of view, this is a grain of sand on the beach, but for families on the outskirts of god's good will, it is several worlds of difference! The secret to these businesses, which all are companies with capital C, is dreams. We have the money to buy dreams: some go to the movies, others hang on their wall a carpet, wrought in a dusty dark room by the bruised fingers of a 7 year old girl... WAIT....wait... that's not it..... start over: ...Hang on their wall, a carpet of fine threads and intricate patterns, a labor of love, dedication in the full view of scorching sun and frigid barrens. There.. Now, you read that paragraph again and You will understand what i mean by "dreams"!
But whatever it's origin, there's absolutely no reason to doubt the justice in Your money ending in the pockets of that girl and her family - it's real "aid" for You.
On the macroeconomic level, Africa doesn't make much worth exporting. It's said that we should let them export grain to us, but why should they not first feed themselves? And our countries are so efficient that we produce far more than we need to eat. Bottom line: Africa can't export anything at all to us, free trade or no free trade.
Except dreams.
As mentioned, because Africa is an offspring for all sorts of beautiful fantasies in our minds, their culture is their greatest export asset:"..a beautiful mask filled with meaning known only to initiates in the Bwa tribe of Burkina Faso. The checkerboard represents the separation of good and evil, wise from stupid, and male from female. At the top, a large white crescent denotes the moon of the masks that shines during the seasons when the masks perform. Ibrahim names the piece Nwantantay, or "Bush Spirits." Nwantantay have no natural shape and must be portrayed in abstract geometric form. The spirits embodied in the masks bless the families that own the mask and dance with it in public."I suddenly remembered that i had a book on the shelf that had this point and expanded it into the title: "The Dream Society":
"Vi seek adventure from other people. Especially from those that are furthest from ourselves in culture, lifestyle and geography. Those that are furthest from modern man in the rich countries, are the few remaining hunter/gatherer cultures. The interest for their culture, their stories, their values, has already begun. It has begun in Greenland. There, the adventure-market is connected to the..great white interior. (indlandisen) Here is offered access to larger and lesser expeditions by which to cross ("indlandisen"), from east to west. However, there is also the interest in the values, myths and fairy tales of the local culture. Let's predict that in 20 years, this market will be larger than the fishing industry that today is the backbone of Greenlandic economy. Let's predict that the inhabitants of the tiny island of Siberut off the west coast of Sumatra in 20 years can survive from passing on their myths." (translated from the danish version)
This is the perfect symbiosis: dreams for hard cash, each party has plenty of the one and too little of the other and vice versa. Responsibility is rewarded, not the beggar-like behavior of the past 30 years.
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