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John Kiriakou's account of dealing with the intelligence services of very small states — Djibouti, whose entire service he says occupied less space than his rented townhouse, and whose director's office was half the size of his living room. His operating rule is that respect is the whole of the tradecraft: address the director as Your Excellency, and doors open that money cannot.
Small-country intelligence services are a category John Kiriakou says he has dealt with extensively and is rarely asked about. Presented in May 2026 with the question of what his experience was with the services of “really small countries like Jamaica or Fiji or Bolivia or random sub-Saharan African nations,” his reaction was that nobody had ever asked him that before.[1]
Djibouti
His illustration is a visit to the Djibouti intelligence service, and the measure he reaches for is his own house. “I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that this very humble rental townhouse that I live in was twice the size of the Djibouti intelligence service.”[1]
He narrows the comparison to the man at the top: “my humble little living room here, which has room for a couch, a chair, a coffee table, and a TV — I’m looking at it — was twice the size of the office of the director of the Djibouti intelligence service.”[2]
The method
The lesson Kiriakou draws from the small services is about manner rather than resources. His practice, across many such countries, was to go in and “treat them with respect” — addressing the director as “your Excellency.”[2]
Sourced from John Kiriakou's on-record public statements. See his profile for the full body of his interviews, podcast appearances, and short-form video.
