miner basri has been confined to his mattress for three weeks, almost paralyzed with pain. he broke two ribs and his pubic bone, maybe even a hip. >> i can hardly remember the accident. i was working down in the mine, when the entire hill fell on me. >> the state would pay for basri's operation, but he's afraid of the doctors and the hospital. he trusts the medicine men from his village. their herbal tinctures are supposed to heal his broken bones. >> would you say the accident could have been prevented?" >> i suppose so. we could've terraced the sides of the pit. that would've made the whole slope more stable. but it would've taken time. and time is money. >> wildcat miners keep opening new pits. they're active off bangka's coast, as well. offshore mining is illegal within six kilometers of the coast, but just two kilometers out is a floating village. the makeshift rafts are lashed together, patched up and kept afloat with improvised repairs. the generators send a deafening roar and clouds of diesel exhaust across the water. it's hell on waves. the man in the tattered wet