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?????