A hundred books could not capture a single village. That’s not a denigration, that’s a testament. Faha was no more nor less than any other like place. If you could find it, you’d be on your way somewhere else. The country is filled with places of more blatant beauty. Good luck to them. Faha doesn’t care. It long since accepted that by dint of personality and geography its destiny was to be a place passed over, and gently, wholly forgotten.
