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I had been on a trip to Sweden with a couple of friends and was leaving. We were at the harbor, going to take a ferry. We had to go trough the toll separately, there were these small closed glass rooms where the officer went trough my luggage, just one bag. He spoke Swedish so I didn't understand exactly what he said, but I had a pretty good Idea. He tore a carton of milk in half and then handed me the lower half, with half of the milk still there.

I got out but both of my friends were held for a bit because they had dyed their hair, which was not okay. They were allowed to leave though. Then we were standing at the harbor waiting for the boat.