Thus the name on a box of hand-made cigars from Indonesia. The epic poem ascribed to Valmiki goes back some two-millennia and a half. Together with the Mahabharata, which is ascribed to Vyasa, it is considered one of the greatest works of Indian literature. The poem tells the story of Rama, an avatar of Vishnu, who journeys in search of his wife, Sita, who was abducted by Ravana, the king of Lanka, currently known as Sri Lanka. Rama’s journey takes twenty-four-thousand verses of thirty-two-syllables each in seven books only to end up on the box of cigars. At first sight, they are on the cheap side, too. Out of the blue, I feel sorry not only for Valmiki, but also for Vyasa, for I am sure that Mahabharata is the name that can already be found, or will soon appear, on another box of hand-made cigars from Indonesia. Perhaps the only solace in this case is that these are not names of cooking oils or washing detergents. Cultural sensitivity be praised!