End of the 60-ties. This is the entry into the biggest park in Sofia, Bulgaria- Tsar Boris’ garden, near the Russian embassy. Small foresters’ lodge near the main alley can be seen between the trees. It’s the winter at the end of the 60-ties. A quiet morning, the night has covered the world with snow. Everything is blanketed in white, the branches, and the path without a track that leads in the fairy park. The air is cold, motionless, so that you can hear the sound of invisible crystals. Only the chimney of the lodge appears to be alive in that landscape. Two families live there. Slowly with the rising sun you begin to hear the sounds, feel the warmth and scent of wood and freshly cooked breakfast, hot tea. Lively conversation can be heard coming from the cozy inside.
One man goes to work very early. A neighbor. It has turned into a habit so first he passes by the lodge over a cup of tea to see his friends. But this morning is different, it is not like the rest of them. Because recently a new person arrived there, a worker for park maintenance. The new one doesn’t live inside the lodge, there is no place, he had come with the modest request for just a roof above his head, no matter where, no matter what. He sleeps under the small sheet shelter from the outside, where they keep their stocks and instruments.
Firstly the neighbor looks behind the corner to the wall with the shelter. To his utmost surprise he sees that the unstable door is half open and two legs stick beyond the shelter, almost buried by the snow that was blown during the night. He rushes, shouts and stamps his feet. The feet of the man move up, he stands slowly up, cleans the snow from his trousers, closes his eyes enjoying the first rays falling on his face, watching a while with respect the whiteness of the forest, the endlessness of the blue sky and the sun, responsible for this vision. And it seems that this view in the clear morning is not waking up from a dream but waking up for a fairytale. Now he steps over another doorstep, not between sleep and waking condition, now he enters the real, true fairytale. And he smiles – with the smile that gathers the worlds. Then he suddenly startles: “The planks! What happened? Where are they?!” And he frenetically starts scooping out the snow with his hands. Under the snow piles the exquisite outlines and silhouettes of fantastic wood-carved ornaments gradually show up on the ground. He takes them out one by one beneath the snow and sets them up straight.
This man is Racho Angelov. The collection of carvings is only the beginning of the Fairy castle to which he devoted 25 years of his life. Without any support, thanks to his voluntary and selfless labor and from materials that nobody needed and he personally collected throughout Sofia, for 25 years Racho built his fairy ensemble along Nezabravka street – the greatest work of art in the capacity of union volume – composition done by a single person without any assistants and students. It is the greatest architectural work in Bulgaria, probably also in the world with its size of 1100m². 
We shall present here his dream lived and come true by images and living memories. We shall give the story of this unusual person and an artist too. We are adding then the people who are now going on with this fairy tale twenty years after the author’s death – the activists from the Initiating committee for master Racho’s castle restoration.