Crazy story:
I was in a rest station on the highway near Lyon. 3 officers came to knock my window.
Before I could roll it down, they dragged me off my car, took my phone, and pinned me on the ground. 2 officers started searching the boxes on my car.
With my lips kissing the ground and a foot stepping on my back, time felt super slow. I kept babbling: “Officers you don’t need to do this I’m not violent”, while mad brainstorming: Is this a kidnap? Who did I piss off?
After all these mental tortures, one officer finally started asking questions: “Do you have Nike and Adidas in your car?”
That’s when I held up my head and see a glaring“douane” on their vest….
OMFG, I was burning with rage at these 3 sadist assholes. I didn’t know custom officers have the right to use violence on harmless citizens.
I followed them to their office. Their superior officer is a same piece of shit.
He brushed off everything by it’s a misunderstanding and that it’s not a foot on my back, it’s his knee. Thank you superior officer, I’m grateful it wasn’t his dick!
In the end he acted like a coward, denying all wrong doing while refusing to give me their names.
20 years in Europe and 40 years alive, I have never been treated like this.
@douane_france you are not only the slowest but the most sadist.
Y’all know I love France and French people. But damn, how do you guys put up with these assholes?????