Oh, Europe and your medicine

When I am sick one inevitable thing always happens - my grandmother provides me with medication from Europe. How she manages to get in the country is beyond me, but she does and she lives off it. So for the past couple weeks I have been coughing and such, so she, of course, gives me the Polish version of cough drops. I am totally fine with this, except that a few days ago I decided to look at the packaging more closely. Take a look for yourself, I'm still trying to figure out if I should trust something that has marketed itself with a purple, paper-esque ostrich thingee.