You can stretch a direct line of recovery, confusion and PTSD from Sunday till Sunday. Look at me, I know what day it is. The driving directions are opposite, I can drink tap water, and the electrical switches that seem turned off are actually turned on, and vice versa.

2015 is not 2013. Some of the shops are closed, the restaurant menus have been stripped down of their usual variety. It surely doesn’t feel like a holiday, and no one even thinks about marching down the streets.