It's 1 in the morning and I can't sleep. Sunday night I stayed up until 4 in the morning making two tests for Monday's classes. Before I had started making the tests, I had watched that child sex trade documentary. So as I was making the tests, I was totally preoccupied.

Then when I went sleep at 4 am, right away I started to dream about the documentary. I was still dreaming about it when I was woken up by my alarm clock.

In my dreams I was there somehow with those boys telling them that "he" the trafficker was going to get caught, that there was hope for them and that they should get away from here and on and on.

While making my tests, I decided that I had to do something for them. I had to take action somehow. So I decided that I would fast for them on Monday. I wanted to fast for them as a symbol of my grief and hope for them. A symbol of their plight and a symbol that I'm not looking away from this situation. I also felt that prayer is one of the most powerful weapons at my disposal.

So today I fasted (juice fasted) for them and I was delirious. I was so tired because of both the lack of food and sleep. However, I didn't care I said to myself this is a reminder of what they go through everyday. This reminds me of what it's like to have no safe place to sleep and no food in your belly.

Specifically in the case of the Romanian child sex industry it's the homeless children that often get forced into it because if they cooperate with these Westerners they suddenly have food in their stomachs, money in their pockets and a place to sleep. Even though they don't want to degrade themselves, this can start to look attractive after months of wandering the streets hungry.

I couldn't get these children (actually young teenagers) out of my mind all day. I kept seeing scenes from the documentary and hearing quips from the children.

At one point the director treated a group of these homeless Romanian boys that he had been interviewing to a movie. After the Harry Potter movie, he asked them how they like it. One boy about 13 said he liked it because Harry Potter wasn't afraid. The director asked him if he was afraid. The boy said, "a little" with a sheepish expression.

This particular boy had been forced into a room by a German man and then for some reason the police busted into the apartment so the German man threw the boy out the window. The German man wanted to get rid of the "evidence" that he had been breaking the law.

Another scene from the documentary that haunts me is the footage of one of the Romanian boys sniffing glue, crying and mumbling in his high delirium by the side of the street with the voice of the narrator in the background saying, "this life is destroying him".

Before I broke my fast, I lit a candle for them as a symbol that I remember them and prayed my last prayers of the fast for them. After this I decided to mark May 3rd in my calendar as the day that I remember and pray for all the victims of the booming sex trade industry in the industrializing world.

I'm writing this because I can't sleep. I'm hoping writing this down is going to enable me to go to sleep. Actually, tonight I went to bed at 8 in the evening because I was so exhausted. I later woke up at 10 pm and I haven' t been able to sleep since then which makes me sad because I'm going to be super tired again tomorrow.

good night....