Before things went digital and many functions collapsed onto a single small phone in our pocket, spycraft tools were purpose-specific items. In particular the espionage tools of the 1960s and 1970’s stand out with their miniaturised transistor foundations allowing jewel-like craftsmanship – mini recorders in shoulder holsters and cameras disguised as pens.

Larger appliance style equipment was commonly delivered in a fitted out briefcase – in the West that was typically a Samsonite. Due to their office commuter ubiquity these were anonymous but completely functional and packing a surprise. The Australian Spy Museum has many Western and Warsaw Pact espionage devices fitted in briefcases – polygraph machines and voice stress analysers, phone scramblers, portable document copy stations, surveillance and intercept receivers. There are also bags fitted out as document strongboxes for secure transport, or as concealments for cameras with shutter releases hidden in the handles.

Second to the excitement of hunting down these rare items is enjoying the craftsmanship of hand-made objects. The Stasi OTS workshops only made about 20 units of their briefcase document copier for the East German Foreign Intelligence Service.

This post is a wistful nod to the days when everyone carried a bag – but known only to you, yours could be extra special.


Oh Samsonite!

In times gone by generals and friars,
On down to dirty crooked liars
Would proudly carry with delight
Their shiny rugged Samsonite
 
Oh Samsonite! That thing of beauty
Secure and tough – nothing fruity
Sturdy haulage, done just right
Your spookery kept out of sight
 
Before our phones encompassed all,
Spycraft gadgets they stood tall
A camera here, recorder there
A knife, a map, some false black hair
 
A torch, some blackout, maybe a gun
Skeleton keys, and just for fun
A cleanup kit as we’re pretending
We’d hate to see a sticky ending
 
The Soviets and French relate,
Not leaving gadgets to their fate
They’d pack them in so snug and tight
In fitted foam, a true delight
 
A Polygraph, surveillance set
Bugs – you ain’t seen nothing yet
A vehicle tracker was rinky dink
But best of all – the sat uplink
 
A snap-click and you’d open joy
Q’s built for me a great new toy
Kinetic as heck, the Cold War spooks
All chrome trimmed for classy looks
 
Then gear went digital, out of sight
Phone in pocket, kept it light
But somethings missing, as I head out
Handsome Mister Samsonite
 
Our final mission, a homebound flight
Down the ramp, Economy right
We’ll always have Paris, now sleep tight
Trusty Mister Samsonite


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Mike Pritchard for Australian Spy Museum