The poem pays tribute to the poet's multi-ethnic home town of Drohobycz, lovingly yet satirically evoking its blend of beautiful architecture, mud, provincial boredom, and pervasive smell of oil (the town was famous for its oil refinery). It laments the loss of remembered figures including the writer Bruno Schulz and other Jewish victims of the Holocaust, and a Ukrainian Trotskyist friend who died at the hands of the NKVD [Narodny Kommissariat Vnutrennikh Del - Soviet secret police from 1934 to 1946]. Chciuk recalls another friend who loved Drohobycz 'in Ukrainian' while he loved it 'in Polish'.