An Italian Jewish man is getting on in years and asked the Rabbi to hear the story of his troubling past.

“Rabbi, during World War II, when the Germans entered Italy, I pretended to be a ‘goy’ and changed my name from Levy to Spamoni and I am alive today because of it.”

“Self preservation is important and the fact that you never forgot that you were a Jew is admirable,” said the Rabbi.

“Rabbi, a beautiful Jewish woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans. I hid her in my attic and they never found her.”

The Rabbi replied: “That was a wonderful thing you did, my son, and you have no need to confess.”

“It's worse Rabbi. I was weak and told her she must repay me with her sexual favours.”

“You were both in great danger and would have suffered terribly if the Germans had found her. Heaven, in its wisdom and mercy, will balance the good and evil, and judge you kindly. You are forgiven.”

“Thank you, Rabbi. That's a great load off my mind. But I have one more question.”

“And what is that?”

“Should I tell her the war is over?”

<br><br>There is a very fine line between “hobby” and “mental illness.”