Refugee In The Attic
It was about a month ago when a man in Amsterdam felt that he needed to confess, so went to his priest:
- Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. During WWII I hid a refugee in my attic.
- Well - answered the priest.
- that's not a sin.
- But I made him agree to pay me 20 Gulden for every week he stayed.
- I admit that wasn't good, but you did it for a good cause.
- Oh, thank you, Father; that eases my mind. I have one more question...
- What is that, my son?
- Do I have to tell him the war is over?