Jack Swenson’s travels have taken him to Denmark, England, France, Germany, Holland, Mexico, Norway, Sweden, and Switzerland. He also spent a week one night in Perham, Minnesota. His scribblings have appeared or are forthcoming in Boston Literary Magazine, Fiction at Work, Grey Sparrow, Pindeldyboz, and Weave.
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Once he was being interrogated by a Nazi officer, and the officious German asked Willem if he were Jewish. “No, I’m Catholic,” Willem said. “Ah,” the German replied. “A Catholic Jew!”
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