Why do we think that every city has its own character and its own special atmosphere? Maybe it’s all about houses and people, or is there something that is hidden to the eye, but visible only to the heart? Maybe the city also has a soul? What does she look like, what does she think about and what does she do? “The Good Ghost” is a fairy tale that reminds us that the city, like its inhabitants, is alive, it sees everything and feels everything. As we grow up, it becomes more and more difficult for us to notice ordinary miracles that constantly walk somewhere nearby. It is much easier for us to explain any manifestation of magic as an “accident”, rather than try, as in distant childhood, to believe in a miracle. But what will happen to the city if people stop believing and noticing those very miracles?