Online here.
Excellent story from Tidhar, looking at people leaving all behind to travel from Earth to pastures green (or red) and Mars. They aren’t refugees, but are responding to something in themselves, as Tidhar describes eloquently viz :
“Or is it merely that gradual feeling of discomfort in one’s own life, one’s own skin, a slowly dawning realisation that you have passed like a grey ghost through your own life, leaving no impression, that soon you might fade away entirely, to dust and ash and nothingness, a mild regret in your children’s minds that they never really knew you at all.”
There is radio chatter between the travellers, otherwise along in small single-passenger ‘jalopies’, and it’s just a well-written, subtle bit of writing.
