For about two days we went to Charly juchlers Camp in Paha Sapa. We were deeply impressed by the mild and clear nights.
The singing of cicadas, the sight of the glow-worms and the shooting stars aroused a remembrance of a Hollywood-tearjerker.
This could not be reality. The crackling campfire and the stories told by Charly about the legends and myths from the Lakota
let us forget that we are living in the end of the twentieth century.