What happens, when nobody feels responsible for a child? Many kids are not growing up in a safe environment, under the watchful eyes of their parents. Millions of children are living on the street, fighting for something to eat and a place to stay every single day.

Since my first working day at UN.GIFT, I read a lot about human trafficking and its different aspects. As I read the Survivor Blog "My name is Jana", I was shocked by her story and the way she became victim to sexual exploitation. The question, why people become victims of such awful crimes started bothering me.

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.

I am a big fan of movie marathons, spending an entire day or weekend watching films with a single theme: vampires, Quentin Tarantino, alien invasions, disasters, espionage and Sandra Bullock-the list could go on. However, when I had my last movie marathon, I found myself all alone, highlighting an issue that I fear many would rather not think about: human trafficking.