I was traveling in Europe, some by train, most by walking, some by hitchhiking, about fort..... a long time ago. In my pack I carried a Buck 110 and a Swiss
Army Camper - after all, I did do a lot of camping in my small two man tent. On one occasion, I was traveling by train at night from Amsterdam to Copenhagen, meaning I had to go across Germany. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to someone kicking me - two German Border Patrol troopers. Dressed for all the world just like the Nazi's one sees in films. Apparently, young people traveling from Amsterdam through Germany are or were regarded with extreme suspicion - either of carrying drugs or of having no money and being a threat to the social welfare of Germany. In addition to my passport, the troopers made me show them that I had a return flight ticket home and money. Then they proceeded to search my backpack. It wasn't long before they found my Swiss Army knife and the 110. They tossed the Swiss Army knife aside and proceeded to inspect the 110 carefully. All the while looking at me as if I were not a drug mule or a vagabond, but a full-fledged serial killer. I thought they were going to take me off the train and I'm sure they were thinking about it. The presence of my tent, sleeping bag, a small cook stove, etc., apparently convinced them that I was truly a camper. They finally just left my compartment to hassle someone else without another word to me. As for me, I felt violated but grateful that it was no worse. Been leery of Germany ever since.