Heart of the City by Steenz for October 16, 2002
October 15, 2002
October 17, 2002
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! Girl: So is this what is takes to make you appreciate me?
She’d alive. Anna is alive.