The "country" from which my grandparents emigrated was at that time Austria-Hungary. At first they couldn't get into the US, so they went to Canada and eventually from there became US citizens.

There's a story about their migration: when they met (in Canada) and informed their families after they got married, each set of parents sent roughly the same reply: "It's great that you found someone from here, but did you have to marry someone from the poorest family in the village?"

When my mother visited her home village (where she was warmly welcomed), I asked her to bring some books by the renowned Croatian author Miroslav Krleza, which she did. Alas, I never learned Croatian (other than a few naughty phrases my mother taught me--did you know that Croatians are big on butt humor?), and I no longer own the texts. The stories of his that I've read in translation are quite good (no butt humor in the few that I've read).