The prologue of Navid Kermani’s travelogue describes an eclectic teahouse in Cairo, and what follows is, indeed, an eclectic collection of writings with no chronological, but rather a topological order. Kermani moves westward from Kashmir, beginning his odyssey in the Indo-Iranian region, proceeding to the Middle East, and wrapping up the action in a movie-like scene on the Mediterranean island of Lampedusa. This principle might seem odd to a pedantic reader, or simply to someone who prefers reading reports –especially from sensitive and war-torn areas– as close as possible to real time, fearing that they might lose freshness and relevance over time. Initially, I found the sequence distracting too, and I felt compelled to list Kermani’s logs chronologically: Palestine in 2005, Afghanistan I in 2006, India (Agra/Delhi, Kashmir, and Gujarat) in 2007, Italy in 2008, Iran in 2009, Afghanistan II in 2011, Pakistan and Syria in 2012, and Iraq in 2014. However, as I read the book, I kept discovering reasons as to why the author made such a choice.