I went to college in the ‘80s with a girl (Kathy) whose Ukrainian “baba” (grandmother) had the misfortune of living in both Soviet and later Nazi camps. She said the Nazis treated them better. In fact , one of the Nazis saved Kathy’s mother from drowning when she was very young.
Baba was one tough old woman. She was toothless, knew little English, and hoarded everything from old corn flakes boxes to pieces of string. Everyone loved her.
My dad had a Marine Corps friend, whose parents were Latvians who fled the Soviets at the end of World War II. The mother was ambivalent about the Nazis (they were ethnic Germans), but they despised the Soviets.
I couldn’t imagine someone surviving both; God bless her! Very sad that it probably impacted her for her whole life. I worked with a Latvian Jewish woman who was born right after the war; she said the Latvians today would love to have the Germans come back (after nearly fifty years of Soviet occupation). She was fortunate that her parents got out in time; few Latvian Jews survived the Nazi occupation.