When I lived in India, I learned how incredibly precious water is. There was a time each day that the water would flow into the well outside of the home I stayed in. The family lived in a 2 story home with another family above, so the well was shared.
The water only stayed for a certain time before it was released to the next home. I have no idea how it all worked, but it wasn’t always there. The mother, Raji, would take her pots and lower them to gather the water, then bring them back inside and pour them bit by bit into a stainless steel bin that had a crude filter inside. It took a log time for the water to drain into the bin below, and from there it was safe to drink. [Read more...]

















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