Creating this book wasn't in our plan, and staying two months in red light districts was definitely never part of our plan. However, when you stare reality in the face, or in our case, wake up next door to it; you have the chance to change your plans. We didn't do anything drastic or noteworthy, we never busted down a brothel door or planted secret cameras, in fact our response was shockingly small- we simply decided to make ourselves available. We shrank down our judgments and walked up willing to be fully there, to listen, to speak, and to understand. The voices of the women sounded surprisingly like our sisters and mothers, the voices of the men like our fathers and brothers. We make this book for ourselves, in order to remember these people and to remember the face of our God whom we saw in the midst of it. These pages of art are our reactions to the darkness and the heaviness, as well as the resounding joy and forgiveness that live in these two countries.