Diamond,
I enjoy the use of microcosm here, the examination of something as mundane and ubiquitous as a fly to frame the "fading traces of Italy," and I find myself questioning, why fading traces? How is it that Italy can fade upon as even as we sit inside it, drink its water, eat its gelato? This, I think, is the question at the beginning of your foray into this exercise.
And what about this difficulty in detecting something foreign, even as the taste begins in your mouth? This seems like a way in, to me. Is this something we do ourselves, consciously, or do we block the foreign even as we are immersed in it out of the need to preserve of a sense of self? I want to know why--I'm reading it right now as a sort of defense mechanism, but I think that might be too easy. I think you might be able to spin it, as talented as a writer as you are, into something more interesting and revelatory.
In any case, keep the fly. He (or she!) is what draws the eye and pulls the mind along here, I think. Great work.
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