A peculiar rosy pedestal has been placed in the middle of neimënster. When it is inaugurated, speech, memory and bodies start to go awry. With humor and lightness, Monuments hystériques questions the history of the Abbey and invites its ghosts to speak up. For if a monument, as the etymology suggests, represents "that which must be remembered", what must be represented? How? What stories, small and large, must be told?