Defenestration. Not the word you hear everyday. There is something magical about this word. What does such a strange, yet beautiful word mean?
I remember the first time I heard it. Actually, I read - I was a 12-year-old brat and there was this story book we had to read for a school exam. One of the stories had the magical word as its title. I didn’t care about reading the text by the time I saw that. I just kept thinking to myself what that could be.
What the hell defenestration was? In my ill mind several thoughts started taking form. My imagination flew and I had visions of my imaginary defenestration - A doctor, sitting in his desk, said to his patient: “your kidneys are defenestrating. You’ll need surgery.” An engineer checked a car and told his helper: “we are gonna have to defenestrate the gearbox”. the helper replied with a “oh dammit”. Two old men were on a bench in a park, reading newspapers: “Have you seen it? The mayor announced that he’s going to defenestrate!”. In England, in the 19th century, a young couple was taking a walk on the green hills. When the gentleman saw that they were alone, he spoke softly on her ear: “do you defenestrate?”; the ladie blushed.
Some minutes later I came back to myself. Curiosity had grew really big and I had to take a look at the dictionary. There it was: defenestration comes from the italian word fenestra, which means window. Defenestration means throwing something out the window.
Hmm, interesting. If that complex and solemn act has a word just to describe it, then it must have played some crucial role in the italian society somewhere in their history. It lasted to our days, so it must still be important. Who knows? Something may come out of it. Maybe sports. We already have Midget Tossing, maybe we could also have Midget Defenestration. Or, in a more adrenal form, Self-Defenestration. Defenestration Free-style. Team Defenestration. Deathmatch Defenestration.
Enough of this small talk. What I really wanted to say is that a teacher in Morocco found a way to keep her students from making noise in her classroom. Clicka. This reminds me, some time days Eva was having trouble with a 8-year-old boy that she babysat. Maybe the moroccian teacher could inspire Eva a solution for the problems she has with the brat.
