Norwegianism #1

A certain peculiar Norwegianism I've picked up on throughout my many moons of being here is the inclination to, and almost obsessive tendency for, airing out rooms. I have experienced this fascinating ritual performed many a time by many a Norwegian in their natural habitat, not least of all one of my closest acquaintances, whom we'll call specimen 003. I have been staying in the dwelling place of specimen 003 since precisely 7:00 pm on the eve of Monday, April , 2009 during Easter break (the veneration of religious holidays being another particular Norwegianism) and have noticed that every evening before it is time to rest our heads, she will open the window above the bed, letting the more than brisk and rather bitingly chilly nightime air roll over our weary heads. While my body remains at quite a pleasant temperature all wrapped up in its down comforter, my nose, perhaps owing to its longness (due to its Italian and German nature and heritage) and distance from the rest of my body thus making it an outermost extremity, becomes quite disagreeably chilled. After vain attempts to revive the blood circulation, I reluctantly cede and retire, assuaged only by the thought that if it becomes cold enough, it could fall off, in which case making me a ripe candidate for nasal plastic surgery, finally allotting me the petite, up-turned Norwegian nose I've always desired.