Work is scarce in Arstotzka and you have mouths to fed at home. You’re paid on a piece rate, so every prospective entrant you correctly evaluate is another meal for your family, or another night you can turn on the heating in the cold, wintery November.
It won’t be long before you start to resent the little differences in the paperwork. Where the hell is this passport from? Why is all the information in the wrong place?