“Oh my God…” says Daniel Brühl suddenly, eyeing a framed, stitched mosaic on the wall of the Soho Hotel suite we are sat in, his train of thought broken. “It’s a different symbol in Hindu, I know, but I see all these swastikas up there.” I turn to look. Said mural does indeed feature lots of symbols that in Sanskrit mean ‘well being’. But which are also, unmistakably, inverted swastikas.
“Bit irritating,” he chuckles, somewhat darkly. “Jesus Christ… um, where was I?”
