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.
E, quando o olhei nos olhos, percebi que, das centenas de cartas que escrevi por presos políticos, nunca escrevi nenhuma que fosse por ele, porque ele não era um rapaz de 12 anos que tivesse feito algo importante por alguém.