In Lviv, a multi-ethnic town in Galicia, strange things are happening. And it’s not to do with the aged hippies who are gathering around a mysterious grave in the cemetery by night. Nor about the former KGB-man who wants to apologise to the people he spied on. And nor is it about the fact that a young woman with an allergy to money is working in the ›bureau de change‹. And it’s certainly not about the ancient Opel Vectra racing at full speed over the cobblestones to cure patients with kidney stones. No, in Lviv, far stranger things are happening. Seagulls are circling in the sky, the air smells salty: it seems as though the town, situated far inland in the West of the Ukraine, is being haunted by the sea ... In Andrej Kurkow’s Lviv, miracles can happen in every little side street and on every street corner. And that’s all down to the power of love, the boundless imagination of a writer – and the immortal music of Jimi Hendrix.