Global night commute/invisible children

It felt so cold, but we had comfortable sleeping bags to keep us warm. There was no running water, but we had organized sanitation specifically set up for the event. There were many unfamiliar faces, but we were surrounded by a body of believers. No food or beverage was offered, but if we got hungry or thirsty, there was our choice of fast food, chinese, dunkin donuts, convienent stores, or several other options to whet our appetities only a short walk away. Our safety was not an issue, although there is saftey in numbers or so it seems. We did not fear what governmental officials would think or do, rather we were encouraged to take advantaged of the first admentment and voice or thoughts and opionons in written and artistic expression. We were taking a stand for this important cause and the point was to get a better understanding of what it is like for the invisible children in Northern Uganda. To fill their shoes for one night, to get a small taste of the suffering they endure. My question is, was that really accomplished? We settled from one night away from our rich and cozy lifestyle, taking one small baby step out of our comfort zone by taking up "back-up" conviences to still ensure our comfortability. No, I don't think we can ever truely understand what they know.