Rain and mantra in the woods

What a huge step we made. After one event with tipi in the city we got ourselves into a festival. We rented a huge car and went straight to the woods. 3 nights and 4 days were spent in a quite small festival (400 people instead of expected 4000) with a quite big name – Psychedelic Experience.


Preparation for the festival was very intense. From groceries shopping and packing of all our equipment to renting a van and playing ‘tetris’ while trying to fit everything in it.

Our mood went one step down when we saw a forecast for the weekend. Low temperature and rain, rain, rain. Optimistic as we are, we remembered an old Scandinavian saying ‘’there’s no bad weather just bad clothing’’. I have a feeling that this slogan is going to be very popular this summer.

We arrived in place on Thursday afternoon, a day before the beginning of the festival. We found the music stages and some food & clothing shops already there. We picked a place for our Tipi and started to build it up.

Although it wasn’t our first time of building Tipi (the 3rd actually), the process was a bit different. Every time the result is different and every time Tipi looks different than before. We don’t mind that. It’s more interesting and challenging that way.


After Tipi was built we decided to take a break and continue to work tomorrow. We took a walk in the festival’s territory. It looked nice and simple: couple of farms around and a flat field. Let’s leave a breath-taking view to Ozora ;)  Then we had a pleasure to meet and greet our neighbors in the market street.


So we met a guy from France named Eric who’s traveling from one festival to another making and selling the best crepes all on his own. It was his first season of festivals after a long break, but he wasn’t anxious, he seemed to be a very relaxed person. He didn’t care to open his crepes’ shop on the first day of the festival, saving the energy for the peak-time on Saturday. He wasn’t very optimistic about the number of the customers, but still enjoyed the festival. As he said ‘’the most important thing is good vibration and good mood’’. At the Goa trance festivals he always gets that.


We met Eduardo, a hippie Spanish guy  (we named him Designer ;) who makes the most beautiful tribal style clothes and accessories. It was an amazing surprise for all of us to find out, that his shop is called the same as ours – Nomad! He lives a nomadic life style for quite a while and seems to like it. What’s not to like? Designer drives his old-school very hippie caravan all over the world, makes what he likes, sells what he makes and is happy about it. Simple as that.

We also met a team selling falafel, couscous and other food. Their shop looked like a boat and was very popular at the festival. There was a small bonfire in front of their boat, which was sort of a meeting point. The captain of the boat is Paul. He’s from Israel, but lives in Berlin. Paul told us that everything depends on us,- whether this festival is good or bad, successful or not so. The point is how we deal with it and what we take from it.

A mexican guy on the same boat, working together with Paul, has been living in a real tipi for 1.5 years! Without electricity, without internet, without everything what in fact makes us lazy. He complimented our tipi and we believed his words :)


We got to know almost everyone working in the market street and some of them became our friends during the festival. I realized that we all here are just like gypsies. Going from one place to another, living without actual home, making and selling food, clothes, living in a community, which changes with every new festival. Nothing constant except changes. The lesson I’ve learned living in the market street: if you bring to another shop something from your shop, you will get something from theirs. There was a lot of sharing in that field.


We expected the music playing on the main stage already on Thursday night, to warm up the early comers and set up a pre-party for the people in the market street. Sadly not only the stage remained closed (the workers were still preparing decorations and lights), but there was no promised electricity till the festival’s opening hour the next day.

On Friday we continued to work in our Tipi. We attached decorations and other equipment, prepared tables with snacks and chai. We made our Tipi’s space very cosy and warm. When I say warm, I mean both – physically and metaphysically. We had a heater with huge gas-cylinder, which made our Tipi the warmest spot in the whole festival.


Hours went by and people began to gather in the festival’s field. We were in a good mood: Tipi looked magnificent, right music was on. Chai and snacks were on the table.


We kept Tipi’s door closed as we did during our first party in Berlin, to keep the warmth inside. We were sure that people would be curious enough to check out what is in that gorgeous tipi, just like last time. We didn’t realize it was a mistake, which left us without a single guest that night. Next day people told us that it looked like we are a private tent, or we are already closed…

The absence of guests gave us a reason to (now really) close the tipi and go out to explore the festival’s action. The main stage was getting crazy. Sound of Goa trance was so powerful, psychonauts were dancing somewhere between this and parallel world.


Finally we landed in front of the chill stage and drifted there for couple hours. We had some great time to think about the festival and our Tipi being here, to evaluate everything what already happened and dream about what will happen.

When the sun started to rise, chill music became hard to follow and relate to. We left the place and went to sleep. We settled in Tipi: we made our liar on the pillows, the heating was on all night, the decorations were swaying above the heads… It was the largest, most comfortable and most luxurious camping tent we’ve ever slept in!

Saturday greeted us with strong rain and low temperature. Despite it the festival was on as it should be. People were dancing with umbrellas, gummy boots and looked crazily amazing. Rain didn’t melt us but the water started to soak in the Tipi. Evo, the great man, dug a long ditch around the Tipi and we were saved! :)


After few hours of non-stop rain the festival’s field looked like a muddy mess. Every route to reach car/neighbor/toilet was a challenge. Soon it went dark and another festival’s night began.

I suggested to leave the Tent’s door open this time and so we did. Very soon we greeted the first visitors. At the party in Berlin, Tipi was very busy most of the time,– groups of people were sitting in circles, chatting with each other. It was different this time: a couple of friends or lovers comes in, they relax on the cushions, taste some chai or snacks, have a chat with us and go back to party, then another couple drops in. All night like that. Our Tipi was like a psychotherapy office :) It was a new and interesting experience for us (and probably for our guests).


When these intimate visits kept on coming, my never-sleeping imagination drew a quick sketch: me and Evo are two American Indians, who live in a tipi and welcome travellers stopping by. Our Tipi is an important stop. They come inside, bring a nice story, share it with us and leave.

One soul brought especially delightful story with himself – a mantra. He sat in the middle of the tipi and started to vocalize his verbal formula. This moment had something magical in it. Later he told us that he spreads this magic spell only when the time is right. Thank you for that.

Sunday was a calm day. Not mentioning the rain and decreased number of people. We decided to wrap it up. We had our adventure. We had our festival. It was just about time to take all the best memories, experiences and bring it back to Berlin with us.

Something very cheerful happened after couple of exhausting hours of packing up. A psychonaut named Torsten entered Tipi and told us that he is a huge fan of our project and keeps an eye on us from the beginning. Especially I enjoyed the moment when he introduced us to his friends saying “These are the Nomad people”. Then I thought ‘’Yes, the story of Nomad has begun. Can’t wait what’s next!”

This Tipi is so new and fresh, just started it’s journey. But it’s already full of good energy which was brought by lovely and loving people, their supporting words. The insights about universe and us – humans, us – nomads.




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