“But even with a hidden spot in the roof, attending school wasn‘t an easy task. The ship that made the village hall had sunk amid a wild storm, and everyday at eleven a monstrous gale ripped through the roof space. The wind roared so loudly that Oona could not hear a word from the classroom below until half past twelve in the afternoon. Luckily, Oona always bought a book along so she wouldn‘t get bored.”