Fantastical tales circulate among the survivors, the photographer said, weaving a tapestry of stories from this world and the next.
There is the tale of the boy who survived by clinging to the back of a crocodile. . .
And there are the stories of wandering ghosts, whose cries for help can be heard at night in haunted places that no villager dares to enter.
Mydans, relating her discussion with an anonymous photographer, paints a sad picture of life for the survivors.
Speaking of ghosts, this is my own (true) Burmese ghost story.