Our tribe, from the Mecklenburg lakes, is moving on to the prairie, the white man left cold-shouldered on his way. Where iron buffalos make their way from city to city, we listen to the shades, take small gestures as big ones and try to see, how we can understand our culture today. Blurs of colour on canvas are converted to sounds and with the help of rhymes become a language - music, literature and painting. We go on with our journey, follow our way and return to Manitu. Immergut 2010: a new chapter.

The Immergutrocken e.V. - voluntary and charitable, and… Just Indians.

The immergutrocken e.V. is growing steadily. The prairie would be empty without all of these good souls who put their hands, heads, feet and hearts into the Immergut. And if I have a look at those faces down there, the scales fall from my eyes: The world would actually be less attractive. …

Immergut blood brothers and sisters and other nature boys and girls: …