...been there, done that so I don't really need any advice (not that any of you know shit about German law and procedures anyway). But the story is too good (actually, stupid) not to tell. It all happened this sunday morning and it all was due to a practical joke gone wrong. You see, my roomate was away for the weekend and he knows that when it's cold outside, I don't like to open my window.But I also don't like my room getting all hot-boxey when I smoke my bud, so when I'm alone at home I just open the door to my room and let the smoke waft out into the hall. Now he figured that it would be pretty funny to take the smoke detector off the wall and hide it right next to my door. And of course, at about 8 am, after having spent the night playing Skyrim for 7+ hours and chatting on the our shoutbox here for at least an hour after that, I figured maybe now was the time to go to bed finally. Not to sleep in a room all stuffy and smokey, I opened the door and suddenly, EAR RAPE! I know smoke alarms are supposed to be loud, but damn, that beep was like straight from tech-hell. I managed to get it to STFU and returned to the internetz. Some minutes later, one of the neighbors, an anal-retentive old fart of the highest grade, rings the doorbell. I ignore him and keep chatting, but when he is still there and still ringing minutes later I'm afraid he'll call the Fire Dept if I don't tell him all is fine. Turns out the smug old bastard just wanted to tell me with all his righteous indignation that he had called the cops on my ass. ETA for the police on a sunday morning for low-priority crap like this is normally 40+ minutes in this part of town, so I figure I'd have enough time to get the place ventilated and sober up a bit. But as chance would have it, a squad car was right around the corner and less than 10 minutes later the cops are at my door. At this point, the place still smelled like a bud plantation and I was noticeably impaired. I couldn't just wait it out, because the law here says that if you take too long to open up when the cops know you're there you basically automatically incriminate yourself (of whatever, the law just assumes you must have something to hide). I quickly conducted some emergency measures (air freshener lol), but I might as well not have. I opened the door, and the smell and my condition gave the cops all they needed to legally walk all over my civil rights, the fuckers. Hilarity ensued. Really, all they need here is "reasonable suspicion" to do a "visual search". I was so taken by susprise, most of my stuff was out in the open, and the cops basically said "you can hand over the rest, or we can haul you to the precinct and have the place searched". I suppose they thought I was a small-time dealer and was sitting on more than what I actually had. Anyway, not wanting to have my place trashed and knowing that the judges always love it when you're all nice and cooperative, I obliged. Now what I had was not too bad, but enough to not be a trifle. I still had a big piece of hash from the last shopping spree in Amsterdam (before the Dutch gov't cracked down on the sale of cannabis to foreign citizens 3 moths ago. Man, that was some adrenaline driving over the Dutch-German border with the first.aid kid full of hash sealed in candle wax in the trunk, but I digress). There must have been more than 2 grams still left, I guess, in my federal state that is enough that they automatically assume you had intention to sell, which is important because the mere possession is not illegal. More importantly I had some blow, was probably less than a gram left but they don't take kindly to cocaine here. All in all, there's no way I'm gonna get more than probation and lots of community service, but I have to pay for a lawyer, and that does kinda cut into your christmas funds, you know?