ABSTRACT
When I left the former Netherlands New Guinea in October 1962, it was impossible to foresee that 38 years later an invitation would arrive to contribute to a book about Sigint in Western Europe during the Cold War. I was a junior analyst in the intelligence section of the Commanding officer of the Netherlands Forces in Hollandia. My long flight home marked the end of a period of hard work, tropical heat, round the clock intelligence shifts and an endless stream of intercepted Indonesian messages that had to be processed.
