Well, that was interesting—German customs officers made me leave my seat

Well, that was interesting—German customs officers made me leave my seat and bring my bag and they did a complete search of my bag, made me empty my pockets, did a drugs test on my hands, made me show my tickets, hotel reservations, everything. They were quite aggressive, as if they really suspected me in particular, but perhaps this is their manner with everybody. The end of my bag with the broken zip they have now ripped open with a knife so it just hangs open now. So that is a lost scarf and a ripped bag now. This holiday is progressing well. The frisk they gave me was very thorough; I think he even counted my testicles. Well, that certainly woke me up. The Chinese man who had been sitting next to me, and was leaning out of his seat, looking back at me excitedly full of glee the whole time they were searching me, has now moved to another seat, perhaps fearing I am an unsafe person. My eyes were horridly bloodshot when I left the hotel this morning, and I am a bit befuddled; maybe that is why they picked on me.
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