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.
Og mens jeg så ind i hans øjne, indså jeg, at i de hundredvis af breve, jeg havde skrevet for politiske fanger, at jeg aldrig ville have skrevet et brev for ham, for han var ikke en 12 år gammel dreng, der havde gjort noget vigtigt for nogen.