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.
И като го гледах в очите, осъзнах, че от стотиците писма които бях написала за политически затворници, че никога не бих написала писмо за него, защото той не беше 12-годишно момче, което бе сторило нещо важно за някого.