The sparkles

Some captured colourful memories ✨


Pachamama Stage
Nykus Grund
Mystic Stage
Dance with the rain
Rainbows at night

The souls behind Lusatia



Wilde Möhre


the manifesto


Lusatia is a mystical, spiritual weekend full of connectedness to each other & nature, where there is growth for the artists, the guests and the team.

We imagine it to be a utopia that represents all of the values we believe in. An inclusive space where people are comfortable and safe being themselves and are supported in the process. Sustainability and support for the structural change in the Lausitz is one of our aims, meaning an exchange of cultural input. Our mission with Lusatia is to create a next generation festival that is constantly evolving based on feedback from the guests and the team. A space to grow, heal, transform and connect through our integrated principles.

A weekend full of inspiration from our artists, workshops and safer spaces. With our core values being connection, transparency, diversity, sustainability, and community building, we aim to present them in a sexy, cool, laid back way, whilst creating the atmosphere of a fairytale, with inspiring and playful content that is diverse, inclusive and exciting. Differentiating ourselves from other festivals thanks to the mix of collectives, the cultural aspects of Lausitz, our community participation and sustainability. Creating true change by being as diverse as possible in our programs, aiming to have at least a 50/50 FLINTA* balance in our bookings.

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.