and even to take action against it.  A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to watch an enthralling  theatre production called "S he Has a Name" at the Vancouver Fringe Festival, which dared to wrestle with this very subject matter.  When brought face to face with such extreme pain and evil, many different emotions were evoked for me-from raw anger to rage at how these women are used sexually and then deep sorrow at their suffering.  By the end, however, it strangely brought me comfort.  Comfort that someone was actually speaking out about this issue!  Comfort that people were doing something about changing these women's lives. I have already been angry for as long as I've known about their story, but previously I had felt powerless.  Now it felt like a new season of regaining my voice, as their story rang through with clarity, strength, hope and even beauty. I found the drama to be hauntingly beautiful, even in its portrayal of such terrifying subject matter. Hauntingly beautiful, because the story was centred around one fifteen year old Cambodian girl whose name we never find out. Yes, she had been taken away from her family, lied to, beaten, used incessantly for sexual gratification; but in other ways she seemed so innocent and playful and so hopeful about the future.  She was one girl with hopes and dreams of going to America, of falling in love and of getting married.  One girl who wanted to continue her studies in her