It's August 13, 1998.
Hope is brand new.
August 13, 1998. Somehow I wish the date was anytime but now, and that we were anywhere but here. But here we are in Nicaragua, a tiny nation that my country, the United States, destroyed. In Nicaragua, listening to a history of the last 50 years of his country from a sincere and fantastic and fascinating and outspoken human rights advocate. One of the many we have met on this trip.