Heart of the City by Steenz for November 16, 2007

Transcript:

Man: There I sat, all alone on a rusty boat headed for England....my life in Vienna, my father, my sister...gone. All I had left in the world was Anna's little Gundermann plant. I bent over the tiny purple flowers and wept. It was then that I felt the familiar touch of a small hand... Anna! So is this what it takes to make you appreciate me?