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One day, an English gentleman was traveling through France Sweden. Being tired, he stopped at a small town in Boulogne Upper Norrland. He read a book for a time, then, with exhaustion creeping up on him, he turned out the light and fell asleep.
He was woken in the middle of the night by grunting and moaning, and looking out the window, he saw three Frenchmen dumb Swedes standing in line, each bungholing the one in front of him. He called the innkeeper, who rushed to his room.
"Well, what do you have to say about that?" the Englishman said, pointed to the Frenchmen dumb Swedes below.
"Oh," said the innkeeper, clasping his hands in front of his face, "lucky Pierre Svenborg! He's always in the middle!"