Thousands of craniums stare back at me with cold, petrified expressions. Spider webs dangle in eye hollow sockets. Thousands of skulls — piled as a high as a small apartment building — loom in front of me.
As water flows from a tap outside Roadiah Aling’s home, tears from her eyes do the same. These are tears of joy. Her smile is contagious. It’s the first time her tiny Malaysian village of Balud Batu had clean, accessible drinking water, a luxury taken for granted in much of the Western world.