My family's story be like:
— Your great-grandmother is a survivor of
dekulakization. Siberia, winter, 8 children are now homeless, the father of the family is executed for not giving away to the
kolkhoz their only cow.
— Your great-grandfather is not allowed to enter a literature university because of his German last name. They tell him: "We do not need such people here".
— Your other great-grandfather is repressed and exiled to an unknown destination for a comment he made about match prices in the Russian Empire and the USSR.
— Your grandfather is a clever and gifted man and being a physicist he creates numerous inventions which he patents in Europe. Back at home, all they can offer is a low-paid teaching job.
During his last years of life Russia would adopt an awesome law "on the availability of medicines" which would make his only drug disappear from the country.
You make the decision to emigrate easily, and six months later comrades in uniform begin to check on your half-Ukrainian husband from time to time. Fortunately, you are already in another country.
You did the right thing.
Because you remembered.