Do you want me in Milano?

A HIGH PRIORITY PERSONAL MISSION - TO FIND A LONG LOST FRIEND -WHOSE NAME I DO NOT KNOW. Year was 1961. Place was Milan, Italy. He was a man, at the time i guessed to be about 30 years. Worked at Malpensa Airport. I, an American girl (woman?) about 25, was on my way to the US Army base in Vicenza. I was alone and needed help, as no one had met me at the airport. This man helped me greatly. I do not know what i'd have done withouthim. I did not speak Italian. I need to untangle the misunderstanding that remains to this day, of that day at the train station in Milan. If Geocachers can help, please do, as i can't figure any other way. He was not Italian, but from a country i believe to be to the northeast of there. No names come as dependable memory. His own name may have been somehting like Chem, with the sound a K, as in Kim.  He wrote this name on a slip of paper which i seem to no longer have,tho i do have the telephone token he gave me. This episode revolves around that no-call. And i am deeply sorry. But i want to convey more than that. He advised i stay at a hotel overnight, but i was intent on getting to Vicenza. So he accmpanied me tot eh train station in Milan, eschanged dollars for lira, bought tickets,checked my luggage when we found i had some hours to wait, my departure to be shortly after midnight. Plus he gave me a telephone token and a slip of paper with his name, and two phone numbers, his home and that of where he would be for a while that eve. He had an important meeting to go to, but if I were to call, he could leave the meeting. Initially it was if I needed help, had a problem, question, I'd have this way of contacting him. I was dreading his leaving me. I was getting to like his little smile, his ways, his walk, enjoying his company. And he mine, as he told me "you are fun to be with". Then a funny thing happened. I was wanting to know if he wanted me to call him from the meeting, but I also wanted to know if he wanted to come back to be with me, and this Iwas having difficulty in asking. Because it seemed too impertinent. I started the question, "Do you want me..." and stopped at that point trying to regroup my thoughts and the words to speak them. Then i continued, "Do you want me to call you at the meeting..." And he said "Yes to both questions." I said there was only one question. He said he heard two. And Yes, to both. Well, I was too hung upon what i wanted to ask that this response puzzled me. He was enjoying some joke, dwelling on it. He was awful nice about it. He lleft soon afterward without my knowing whether or not he wanted to come back to be with me and the drunks. Now, if i hadn't been so naive and stupid I could have saved both of us a lot of grief. I intended to phone him. In a while i went to the phone, got out the token and the slip of paper and was ready to put the token in the slot. Then i thought,"what am i going to say?" I can't ask him to come back just because i want him to. After all he's done, the time he gave up to help me. I can't ask more of him just because i want him to come. I wasn't placing any stock in the joke, because it could have been just a joke, then again it could be some indication that he did want to come back to be with me. And the drunks. But i didn't see it as such. So I didn't call. I'm so sorry. Drunks and bums were beginning to find their places for the night, the benches in the waiting room being choice bedding. Kind of horrendous, I didn't want to be in there with them. So i walked around the great room, walked and walked, leaned against walls and walked. A creepy guy had earlier tried to get me to leave the building, but i got rid of him. Now i was just tired, waiting for a train, still hours off. Someone, I don't remember who, suggested i sit on a suitcase. No place else except the flophouse witing room to sit, so i decided to get a suitcase out. So I waked to the baggage room and told the guy I wanted one of my suitcases. He said it was hours to go yet, why did i want one now. I said "To sit on,there's no place". He said there is a good waiting room here, come I will show you." So i followed him along the wall to the entrance of the flophouse. Just as we neared the entrance I saw a man standing further along down the same wall. My first impression was, "It's Him!" I stopped to look. He was for enough away that i could not make out his facial features. And he showed no sign of recognition on his part. And he was dressed more casually. Instead of the suit and tie he was wearing earlier, he was now open fronted and casual. Plus it could not be him because I hadn't phoned. He wanted me to phone. The baggage guy was saying, "Come on." I thought once he showed me a seat he'd be gone. I followed him into the waiting room. He managed to find room enough for the two of us to sit among the drunks. It was horrendous. Kind of rediculous, the two of us sitting among the prostrate drunks and bums, each with a bottle. It suggested we should have a bottle or two ourselves in order to look like we belonged there. It was helping me forget the man in the great room, wasn't likely Him anyhow. But I never knew for sure. And I am so sorry if it was you, dear friend. I boarded the train in due time and was able, then, to resume my weeping, but now it was for this good friend and not for my lost husband. Dear friend - I liked you better than any other man i've ever known, before or since. And perhaps you do Geocaching, or know someone who does. Perhaps it is a way of reaching you or learning something. Or just conveying my apologies. I loved your company. Following you around. You with your suit and tie, flying up the stairs. It wasn't the suit and tie, tho, that fascinated me, it was the flying up the stairs. I wondered if you liked adventure as i did. Woodland places, trails, a mountain to climb. Then i saw you again, didn't I? At the airport on my return flight? Were you busying yourself to avoid me? I let you. Due to my guilt, and my just awards.  I'm so sorry for my errors. I was stupid and naive. I liked you better than any other man i ever knew and it pained me to know you were so hurt, and by my own doing. I keep these memories. I loved your ways, and your smile which i can still see on your lips and in your eyes. Please, anyone, if you know of a way, I would like to reach this good man, even be it only to undo the misunderstanding. My Geocache name is Lidea. Do you, kind sir, remember my real name?

Wants to hang around the Milan area for a while, possible countries to the northeast which might have been his home, which he may have returned to.. With his linguistic skills he would have no trouble finding work at any airport around the world. He spoke English fluently, Italian, of course, and his native tongue, plus i suspect he spoke other languages. So he could be anywhere. This particular TB, wants to circulate around Milan, at least for a while. It's really a long shot, isn't it? Needs a translator.