The Good Fairy is in Zagreb since a week or so ago. Dressed in a long golden outfit and wearing an elaborate golden mask, she climbs a plastic beer crate right in the center of the city every day now. Apparently in her forties, she does not do much. Playing a flute and holding a magic wand topped with a huge papier-mâché star under her elbow, she waves at passersby. She occasionally beckons them to her, too. When she is approached, she gently taps everyone on their shoulders with her wand and bows toward them benignly. Amazingly, many people approach her. Most children are mesmerized by her appearance. Everyone is smiling from ear to ear. Pictures are taken left and right. And coins galore are tossed into her top hat that rests on the pavement by the hem of her flowing gown. Given that her flute playing is neither here nor there, and that she does not know a single trick typical of street entertainers, she is doing exceedingly well. Goodness is all it takes. As is the superstition that rules this world. God be thanked, the Good Fairy is among us at last.