The first time I got into closer contact with the issue of human trafficking was when I met Ihor Hnat. Besides doing social work with mainly excons, his mission is to rescue Ukrainian girls that have been trafficked to Western Europe.

As I disembark from the metro, pass through the metal detectors, and make my way through the electronic gates, I realize it is the last day of my internship at the United Nations in Vienna, and three months has passed. I wait for the elevator and listen to the chatter of languages being spoken around me: Arabic, French, Spanish, German, Russian and English; as it dawns on me, I am going to miss this place-and the reality that I should have learned more languages.