Your anecdote reminded me of a funny story. I and my daughter traveled to Europe. After a long flight my daughter got a sore throat. I left my daughter at the hotel to sleep, and went in search of a pharmacy. I wanted to buy Paracetamol. I found a pharmacy, made a purchase, and gave my daughter a pill. Some time after returning home from the trip, my mother saw the packing from these pills in the home medicine cabinet and asked me: "Nick do you have a problem?". It was not Paracitomol, but PROSTAMOL !!! Then I realized one truth: - I need to know a little the language of the country I are visiting.
P.S. My daughter's throat recovered very quickly, surprisingly)))