When painting vivid colors and sometimes narrating harsh reality, Janis Komnas, with his main companion the astonishingly beautiful, wasteful, magical, generous, unruly, holy and demon Anthia, travels in Constantinople from 1808-1831.
The fragrance of the Wind Hunter is intertwined in the fabric of fiction, enchanting the harem women and the noblewomen, love affairs and adventurous journeys with unexpected twists, hidden truths, lovers of patriarchs, the 1821 revolution given from the center of the Ottoman Empire, European ambassadors selling women to the Turks, the "slaughtered" Osmanlis circulating to provoke the Muslims, the massacres of Christians in Constantinople and Chios by the savage Ottomans, Pontus, Dragatsani, Tripoli, Nafplio, Alexandria, Maniaki.
And also: harems, poverty, magnates, swarms of wandering vendors, charlatan priests, street gangs, beggar guilds, crypto-Christians, bourgeoisie and glamorous bazaars, huge marketplaces, at the entrances of which homosexual boys and porters stand carrying the drunk in coffins, slave markets, tortures, the dungeon and the police of the Patriarchate, blessings, the Great School of the Nation, love spells, odalisques, black and white eunuchs in the sultan's palace, the splendid nights of Ramadan, dances, festivals of the Greeks, naval adventures and many others.
And all under the shadow of desire, fear and the crowd, and through the mundane and the wild, beauty and ugliness, good and evil, which can coexist in the same person and transform them, depending on the circumstances and situations they are called to face as saint, demon, saint and demon.