It is November in Warsaw and an airplane from Los Angeles lands at Warsaw airport. An old man with a weak heart moves slowly, but with determination through the unfocused crowds and enters a taxi. It is raining while his taxi ride takes him throughout the old and newer parts of the city. The few historic buildings among the high-rises of banks and other large companies pass by. He leaves the taxi at the Pawiak Prison, where during World War II thousands of Polish resistance fighters and Jews were tortured and executed. In front of the prison stands a large, sturdy oak tree. Little metal plates with names of victims are attached to it and photos are stuck between some of the metal plates. Standing in front of it, he suddenly recognizes the picture of a beautiful, young woman; his Jewish girlfriend during those times who was lost to him in the chaos of war. A trip through time and Warsaw begins, recalling his past years as an easygoing youth and his great love right before the war followed by his memories of being a soldier fighting for his country in the 1944 Warsaw Revolt. Twelve hours in Warsaw are coming to an end. Twelve hours in the life of an old man, who decades after he fled from his country decides to visit his home town one more time to say good-bye before he dies. As he arrives at the airport, he leaves the car, and as he closes the door of the taxi, we see for a short moment that he has left his heart pills that are indispensable to his life in the back of the vehicle. He leaves his “heart” behind in Warsaw as he heads off to the “City of Angels”his “heart” behind in Warsaw as he heads off to the “City of Angels”.