“…it is a kind of sickness, isn’t it? To be more at ease outside of one’s home. I see the symptoms in those that have gone — something in their voice, a slight fixture in their accents. But there is, for those of us who’ve remained, a certain zeal, a sudden tilt towards the heavens: the churches, the prayer groups, the woman in blue robes perched beneath the trees. Heaven is the promise of relocation. It is a scholarship abroad. They are all praying to be elsewhere, and they will worship those with the means to go.”