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.
Kad sam pogledala u njegove oči, shvatila sam da, iako sam napisala stotine pisama za političke zatvorenike, nikad ne bih napisala pismo za njega, budući on nije bio 12-godišnjak koji je uradio nešto važno za nekoga.