To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.” — Elie Wiesel, Night
There are places you visit. And there are places that visit you.
Mauthausen is the second kind.
We walked through the gates of a Nazi concentration camp where over 90,000 people were killed: men, women, children stripped of everything, including their names. We stood in the same spaces where unimaginable suffering took place. We felt the weight of the walls, the silence of the corridors, the cold of the stone.
No photograph prepares you for it. No history book puts you inside it.
We went to remember. And to feel, even a fraction of, what it meant to suffer here. Because the least we can do, standing on this ground, is refuse to look away.