Anton Muhajir, Contributor, Denpasar | Thu, 10/23/2008 10:58 AM | Bali
It was a scorching hot day in Bal, a hamlet in Kubu, one of the poorest villages in Bali. The wind that swept past the village brought nothing but dry dust.
Seventeen-year-old Wayan Teken scooped water from a pond in front of his house with a pail. It was a shallow pond. The water was opaque in color and littered with dried leaves and other garbage. Teken, however, drank the water without hesitation.



