I still say it’s way safer in Cairo today. . . . In fact, we do this sort of cultural diplomacy tour—we play in a band [The Fuuls] with our 16-year-old.We played in Jordan [and] the security guy was like, ‘All right, let me tell you, I lost three men last week. I can’t promise you anything. If I tell you to duck, you duck.’ And then I said we moved to Cairo from Baltimore. And he said, ‘Whoa, you’re from Baltimore? Oh, then, nevermind.’ I lost my wallet in Cairo. I dropped it, and a beggar came after me to bring it back—not a penny taken out of it. I was [in Baltimore] for a week when I first moved out, and my wallet was stolen. It just doesn’t happen like that in Cairo.