When we were kids, we used to go to Dublin to visit our cousins, Paddy and Liam. Over the years we spent countless games of chasing, tip the can and hide and seek. As I walked around Eisenmann’s Houlocaust Memorial this afternoon, I wished I could transport my ten year old self complete with cousins to the amazing collection of concrete plinths. Granted I reckon that 10 year old Paddy would have climbed onto the slabs and would have started jumping from one to the other, much to my disdain (I was that type of ten year old). More serious however, was the chance of courting the displeasure of the ever-present Polizei.