Due to the unsatisfactory results achieved through our second project (below). And official rebukes provoked by our foray into "direct intervention" , in which apparent initial success terminated in what amounted to unsustainable repercussions.

In Santago de Compostela (2016), Our second attempt to help prevent vulnerable girls becoming brothel slaves & rescue some already enslaved

Several years ago, in one of the Latin American cities where we have projects for street children, a Chinese Triad organized local gangs to capture vulnerable children for the purposes of organ harvesting and slavery. That year more than 600 children disappeared from our barrios. We were forced to recruit more staff in order to accompany our children to and from school each day (example). When the Triad moved on, the threat to our children subsided.
Four years later we were living in a famous pilgrim center in Europe, where we were exposed to the sad results of human trafficking.
Most of us have been hearing for some time about enslaved sex workers - seen news documentaries about young girls who thought they were being recruited for a normal job: and ended up as slaves. Like me, you may have felt bad for the girls, but thought it was up to law enforcement to save them, and bring the traffickers and pimps to justice. BUT THIS HAS NOT BEEN HAPPENING. Apparently, at least some of those who should be freeing these girls are themselves either somehow participating on the wrong side, or else are not convinced the problem merrits their intervention..
(Our research indicates: this form of official corruption/licence may be taking place on a global scale).
It is understandable that ordinary citizens are afraid to intervene. On the one side is organized crime, with their brutal enforcers. On the other side, in at least the places we have tested so far: some agents of local law enforcement are also against our intervention. And so the suffering of these dear girls goes on day and night, year on year.
My own reticence to taking action finally burst when, in 2016 I rented an apartment for a year in the pilgrim city of Santiago de Compostela, Spain. There, quite by coincidence, I was exposed up close and personally to the plight of these poor suffering female slaves: and I was finally moved to help save them.
This came about when quite by accident, I found myself living right across the hall from a busy brothel. Its door was three steps away, right in front of our door. Through the peephole we could see everything. We bumped into the clients, saw the girls, were threatened by the thug at the door. Our other neighbours in the respectable apartment building said they had complained numerous times (over fifteen years) to the police and authorities. The result was the same as when we complained: a threatening visit from an enforcer. Even the local press made excuses for not turning up.
Apparently, the owner has two other such brothels in other well-situated apartments in the city, and that the slaves are rotated between them.
So we went to work.