more and more people have less and less. is that a state of mind?

i read this when i woke up Zizek on Europe and Greece and i started rumbling i dont usually express a particularly strong take on political views. but i guess when you start feeling the everyday effects of new forms of oligarchy (or whatever is the appropriate term for increasing amounts of more and more people having less and less)voicing it seems long overdue. our euro-centric middle class bubble is bursting or has been burst for some time, the teeth come out and the greed becomes almost disgusting. can small acts of resistance actually do anything? europe's immigrations to other lands was consistent late into the second half of the 20th century. and it seems that it will be really easy to remember this element after the short term amnesia that characterizes us here in s/e med. growing up in the 80s, means that we were raized believing that being part of this new europe was the saviour of all our regional, economic and cultural misgievings. what happens then when clearly it is not? when technocrats and bureaucrats and bankers become the heads of our community? how can we resist this? what can we do as a singular amongst the many... and which many to we choose? memorabilia: thomas- German 50s- in london 2007 he gave me a letter from a doctor that he had gotten in India in the 60s moving back to cyprus after some 10 years in london, i realized that the travelling state of mind seems to be a privilege for some. i remember working in crisis org (educational centre for vulnerable housed individuals) in east london. one of my art students, Thomas (in his 50s), one of the most interesting and perplexing men i have ever met, had given up his privileged Berlin life, used all the money on travelling Asia and Europe and wound up in London, carrying a suitcase around and sleeping in the hospices of the uk churches. One year, I remember it was after Xmas (and Thomas looked particularly well and healthy). i told him he looked well and where he spent Xmas, as the organization runs hostels for the period. He told me that his brother had flown him over to be in Berlin. I then clumsily asked how comes he doesn't stay on in Berlin, with this brother who is a business manager. He told me that is exactly what he wanted to escape. What was it that he wanted to escape? And no, i dont think he meant the brother. marko- Salvadorean- early 20s- he gave me his cv (lawyer) whist at the uni canteen in San Salvador, 2008 it was tropical winter, it was 25 degrees and fresh and i was sitting with my Brazilian friend Elena in the university cafeteria under the palm trees sipping coffee. we had just finished our spanish class, and amongst the Koreans, the Russians and the Germans and it seemed inevitable to me that a girl from rio and I would become friends. as we were chatting away in bad spanish and mixed english suddenly a suited young man comes up to us with a briefcase. he asks us if we are foreign and where from. we begin to chat. after a while he pulls out his CV and gives to me only. I ask why. And he said that if i ever knew of anyone (as I am European) that needed to hire a lawyer I should give it to them. i told him that i hardly know any lawyers and so it probably not likely. he insisted. i still have it neatly packed away. he did not give one to Elena. Thinking of it retrospectively, it probably would have been more useful! 2 very differnt stories that probably have little relation in some people's mind about the upheaval, uncertainty and transformative period that we think we are living(history always repeats itself, ey? and turns and twists exist since the beginning of man). to me these stories are inextricably linked with this imposed sentiments of fear and uncertainty that the current socio-political norms impose.