If I think of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, I picture a distinguished, elegant and beautiful woman in her 70th birthday. I imagine her smiling with a wrinkled face, with a clean but worn-out dress, tested by time and events. She has a high-sounding name, but what does it mean to say that some rights are “universal”? I borrow Liz’s words, who said at the beginning of the internship “hay que reconocer que somos diferentes, intentar comprendernos y ver lo en que coincidimos”. In English this translates to “we must...