From China to India, from Bali and Africa to Europe, Anastasios Vistonitis creates his own stations and places of fiction.

The texts of this volume are windows to the unknown, to the world of experience and fascination, of cities and cultures, of reality and imagination; cradles of memory and History, of the other world that reveals itself to us as a surprise, a miracle, and a wound through its bright and dark poetry.

Here, a Greek attempts to appropriate the experiences of others and combine them with his own, together with the myths and disillusions of our era. And as he passes from one city to another and from one experience to the next, it seems as if he poses to himself the question that concerns each of us, as Stendhal phrased it two centuries ago: “Who am I?” or, better, “Who are we?”

Windows to the Unknown refer to journeys, but they are not just travel writing. They are a visible and at the same time invisible map, but mostly a geography of senses and emotions.