About a month ago, a man in Amsterdam felt that he needed to confess, so he went to his priest, Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. During WWII I hid a refugee in my attic.

Well, answered the priest, thats not a sin.

But I made him agree to pay me 200 Euros for every week he stayed.

I admit that wasnt good, but you did it for a good cause.

Oh, thank you, Father; that eases my mind. He paused for a moment and then said, I have one more question…

What is that, my son?

Do I have to tell him the war is over?