Thank You


Friends & family of Lusatia,

we are still dwelling in the energies and memories of this summer, of this extraordinary wonderful happening, in the love and appreciation we receive and feel for each and every one of you – you made Lusatia Festival 2021 the beautiful blast of unleashed magic it was.

We really want to say thank YOU!


We all know how challenging the times were and still are, how unbelievable it seemed to see festivals happening this year and how flexible and patient we all had to be in order to prove this wrong. And well, what can we say… it was absolutely worth it! Not only did we create an entirely new festival from scratch, but it was an amazing success on all levels despite all the uncertainties.

Therefore we appreciate the support of all the contributors and the numerous attendance of you beautiful people to our first festival even more.

The invincible sunny vibes of all the participants made up for the rainy spirits of nature on the festival weekend, you, the crowd, were absolutely amazing.

A special thanks goes to all the members, supporters and volunteers of the collectives of Love Foundation, Pachamama, Mystic Creatures and Wilde Möhre – you spared no efforts to organize and create the Lusatian Wonderland with its magical stages we will never forget.

Also we want to say thank you to the amazing performers, workshop artists and musicians who shared their souls within their art with all of us – to those of you who want to recap the music of Lusatia Festival, here is a collection of sets that were played on our three stages:



And last, but definitely not least, we want to say thank you to all the local residents and authorities.

Without all of you this would never have been possible.

With blooming hearts and vivid recollections we can’t wait to celebrate with you again soon – the first preparations for Lusatia Festival 2022 are already in the making, so stay tuned for further information!


Looking forward to the next blast,

Your loving Lusatians



Love Foundation

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The Myth of Lusatia


Once upon a time in a land, which even was lying on the edge of everything long before countries existed, when the elements were mingling in entirely new ways, a mysterious and astonishing incident took place without anyone taking notice of it.

Back then, humans in this part of the world were following the urge of their hands, searching for new, live-giving opportunities far off familiar paths. Blinded by their needs, they rushed through many regions, also passing through the land, which was no more than a maze of fuming trails leading through marshes for thousands of years. Their boots left trampled reed and a grid of footsteps leading into all directions.

The soil of this land, which had been permeable for the forces of nature before, was trodden down and thus a creature, once fickle and bustling in its nature, got trapped in its subsurface home.

Not being able to hover through the marshes anymore and being forced to stay underground, its inner flame became tired and slowed down until it’s flicker occurred just once in a century.

Only a blink of an eye later fate led humans to Lusatia, since the soil with all its trapped forces of nature now had something to offer for them. Heavy machinery wheeled over the marshes and constant scraping could be heard from far beyond, while vents and chimneys rose over the horizon.

The creature meanwhile remained beneath the surface. Neither the droning and scraping nor what was happening above its home was able to reach it, since it was sunken so deep into the clay.

Its tender flicker became less and less until it reached the bottom end of existence.

Today, with a tug on the wheel of time, the vents and chimneys are about to vanish again, opening the horizon for windmills and reducing the level of noise for the scraping and droning of insects to be heard.

Again, the world starts to vibrate and pulsating sounds roam over the marshes. Not made by pistons and pickaxes though, made by bare feet gently loosening the soil. The sound of bass flows through the reed, making its way beneath the surface and deep down, barely noticeable, a tender flame begins to lighten up, flickering to the rhythm of the beat.