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This short handwritten lyric moves from walking at an impossible age, across ice and dying at the beginning of Life, to the strange admission of having `alot of it` but not Europe.

The two-hundred-year image gives the fragment a historical or mythic scale, while the final Europe line cuts it back to a sharply personal lack. The capitalized Life is part of that tension, not a reference to light.

A spare handwritten fragment that opens in mythic-historical scale - 'HE could walk when / he was two hundred' - then collapses into death and origin: 'off the ice / he went in dying at our / the beginning of Life.' It ends on a flat, almost comic admission of possession without inheritance - 'I got alot of it, / but I don't have Europe' - which closes the European, Stauffenberg-haunted thread of the book in miniature. The capitalized 'HE' is kept as written, and the source spelling 'alot' is preserved.