The writer decides to collect in an (almost) pocket edition the representative stages of literature based on the cities he has visited in the past. Anastassis Vistonitis had a column in the newspaper To Vima, with the same name with that of the book: Literature and Geography, in which he used to write weakly his travelling and literary experiences of various places. (In the same way with the book), he makes us sit in an imaginary small and old table just to watch the medical bag of Anton Chekhov. Or he flies us until Cape Town to see monk seals bask in the sun. A few pages later we move to Prague in order to render tribute to the Kafka’s grave. Each chapter is like a chapter from the writer’s personal diary. It is alluring. Anastassis Vistonitis does not simply describe cities, but conveys us their energy.