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.
Dhe, ndersa une hodha syte tek ai, e kuptova qe per qindra ato letra qe kisha shkruar per te burgosurit politik, asnjehere nuk do te kisha patur mundesine te shkruaja nje leter per kete 12-vjecar, sepse ai ishte jo vetem nje djale 12 vjecar i cili nuk kishte bere ndonjehere ndonje faj te rende.