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.

Just Indians - no chiefs. Or, as our blood brothers in distant France would say: All for one and one for all and together for the cause: