There once was a house filled with dreamers in a sleepy town called Cleve. It was the resident's biggest dream to, for just a short while, get away from their trist everyday lives...
So one warm evening in the spring they sat together and figured, there has to be a way to do this! Moments later they had an I dea of how to organize such a break from normality.
A Festival is what it was going to be. With music, art, happy,friendly people and all those thing were going to be combined in a beautyful summer day follow by and even more beautyfull night.
So with that vision they began drafting ideas, getting their creative and musical friends on board and dusting off their toolboxes and with time this vision started manifesting itsself into reality.
Now they were left with selecting a date and hoping the weather would be playing its part.
Then it was a busy week of gathering everything needed to make their dream come true and carefully assembling all the parts in the way they had planned the previous weeks.
After all the wotk was done the house was looking faboulus and was ready to host their guests an friends.