And as I looked into his eyes, I realized that for the hundreds of letters I had written for political prisoners, that I would never have written a letter for him, because he was not a 12-year-old boy who had done something important for anybody.
Al mirarlo a los ojos me di cuenta que, dentro las cientos de cartas que había escrito a presos políticos, nunca pensé en escribirle una a él porque era apenas un niño de doce años que no había hecho nada grave.