I've written about walking the grounds of Mauthausen already - that story is here, if you're interested. I think I mention somewhere that there isn't an inch of the building that hasn't been turned into a memorial. What I forgot to mention is that just beyond the central camp buildings, out where the grass is green in a way that belies its sordid history, is a statue garden. Built by the nations in honor of those they lost, these statues are a promise. A promise to never forget how deeply hate can burn. A promise to never forget the lives that were lost, and that still can be lost, when prejudice is manipulated. And above all else, a promise to learn, and to prevent this from ever happening again. Now, the sculpted steel giants on the lawn of Mauthausen guard that promise, and when you walk among them, you'll want to guard that promise, too.