Most people buying a house, felt it was a safe investment for the future, for many this was
not the case. Left with spiraling debts after the sub prime crash, they often lost the roof over their heads. Helen sits with her home in a tiny safe balanced on her knee, the Trojan horse is not far away, perched on her fireplace, an interloper in her private space. I told a musician friend what I was trying to do in this piece, so he liked the title and wrote a song about it. You only have to think of Woody Guthrie to realize the power of music to express its time.