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Moscow newsroom PHILMoscow Uni Girl CROP BWNOTE: Today is April 8, and I have been back in San Diego for a week. The Russians left San Diego Sunday after a full week of debriefing and the Student Television Network Convention.2015-03-30 15.24.27

My trip, the travels, the events, the people have all been coming too fast for me to keep up with. I’ve been meeting people, seeing programs, shooting photos and video for 12 hours a day. So please forgive me for the past-tense of the blogs from here on out.

I hope to revisit elements of my trip in a retrospective approach that, although removed from that here-and-now immediacy, may actually prove more interesting for the reflective time I get by looking back. But before I begin that retrospective approach, I offer this blog post that I started but did not get around to publishing.

March 20, 2015

I must take you back in time to St. Petersburg, back to last week, back to my first looks at the educational system in Russia.

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From what I gather, Russian youth are primarily educated in state schools, just as American students are educated in the public school systems run by our individual states, under the recommendations and dictates of the federal government.

And like American schools, youth in Russia may choose to augment their education with “after-school” activities. But, in the U.S., many of those programs are directly funded and run by the public school system using public school facilities, such as after-school programs in sports, music, the arts, etc. And of course American private companies offer all sorts of enrichment programs for a fee.

In Russia, there are also many after-school enrichments programs — some that receive funding from the state and from local city governments. In St. Petersburg and in Petrozavodsk, that support may include the outright gift of a building, or access to it. Petrozavodsk Auction 3But…these buildings are often old and run down, requiring a huge commitment in money for materials and an army of dedicated volunteers effort to make them habitable. I’m talking about the basics we in America take for granted — flooring, walls, bathrooms, wiring, lights, Internet connections, etc. In short, they need it all, and if they want it, they must do it all.

I’ve now met the directors of three such educational centers, and their armies of paid and unpaid educators who design activities, create materials, teach — and swing a hammer, paint, sweep and generally devote their lives to building programs from scratch.
IMG_9752Perhaps you remember a previous post when I talked about my glimpse at the Russian heart? I have now seen its depth.

Mikhail Epstein, a professor of math at St. Petersburg State University, welcomed me to the World of Math, Technology and Entrepreneurship when I landed in St. Petersburg on March 12. IMG_9805NANO2The educational center, which has already been retrofitted, was one of several locations around the city to host activities during High Tech Week, a five-day series of classes for any high-school aged youth who wanted to partake. The offerings ranged from non-fiction production to robotics and nanotechnology to cybernetics.

SCEINCE DETECTIVES 2Students from several state schools converged on a modern school in St. Petersburg on March 13 for a document sleuthing competition. Each team selected an information packet containing personal letters, drawings, and photographs. Their jobs: discover the identity of the famous Russian scientist using only the documents included in the kit.

Petersburg Fountain of YouI also visited a night school for Russian speakers who want to learn English called “Don’t Speak” English School. Again, the teaching approach was active and experiential. Teacher Anastasia Lurchagina’s students ranged in age from 12 to 40, and she kept things moving with a variety of fast activities and lessons.

Across town, middle and high students populated a state-funded school and club called Rescuer that teaches mountain rescue skills Rescuers 3and techniques to youth aged 12 and up. The facility includes a climbing gym. Last year they added video production to the operation, and now have a small stage, a green screen and various video production gear. The kids enthusiastically showed me videos they created, and great photos of a recent backpacking trip to practice rescue protocols in the wilderness. The place felt more like a home away from home for these kids, who call themselves “The Moss.” ODqaQ657qDIAnd like the lichen from which their name comes, they are completely connected to each other, to the Earth, to the program, to the center, and to their growth.

MossI can tell you they sure made it feel like home to me. Again I felt that immediate and genuine warmth, that sense of belonging, of community at Rescuer that I’ve experienced in nearly every stop on my fellowship.

I walked in a stranger. We talked about video, backpacking and climbing, families and babies, we drank tea and ate sandwiches, we laughed, and we overcame the language. I walked out a “Moss” devotee.

Next up, a look at the educational opportunities inPetrozavodsk downtown snow Petrozavodsk.


Petrozavodsk Bound!

March 18, 2015

Yes, okay…I was just a tad tardy for our appointed time and location to meet Sasha, who has so graciously provided EVERY kind of support a non-Russian speaking visitor could ask for, for a ride to the St. Petersburg train station.

But I’m completely innocent. Anybody who knows me will know the truth of that. So of course you know this lateness was not my fault.

I blame Tanya.Tanya Hermitage 2

Dear Tanya — your able and knowledgable guide to all St. Pete has to offer, insisted that we tour the Italian Renaissance Hermitage 2masters at the Hermitage just a little Roman Sculpturelonger. And she also insisted that we visit the Russian antiquities. And she wanted to see the Dutch masters, and the Greeks. I tried to argue, I tried to
reason with her, I appealed to her sense of time, of humanity, even her sense of Metro scheduling. She would not be dissuaded from one more glance at the mummified Shasha Rushremains of her Russian forebears.

As a result, Sasha lost most of his hair in a mad rush to the train station, and it’s all Tanya’s fault. She is unrepentant, which is an affront to the Italian masters and their dedication to depictions of the Madonna, and various naked lady masterpieces.

Me? As an innocent, I told jokes – most of them bad- during our breakneck race to the station. Hayne, take note: Sasha was not laughing either. Instead, he was working the manual shift on that Lada like some kind of ghostly reiteration of Mario Andretti.

In the end, we made it to the station on time. No problem. Five minutes to spare. I bid farewell to two amazing people dedicated to those around them. They gifted me the milk of human kindness, and will continue to make this world a better place.

The train ride to Petrozavodsk was great. We pulled out of St.Pete’s train station as the sun painted the white birches a golden yellow.

NicholayThe guy in the seat in front of me, Nickolay, heard me struggling to speak with the conductor, turned around and translated. A sales rep for financial hardware for banks, he speaks five languages. We talked about everything from business to books to love and betrayal and back again.

As we approached Svir, Nicholay’s business associate encouraged me to step off the train to buy the best smoked trout this side of the North Pole, which of course, I did.

“Six minutes,” he said. “Plenty of time for a smoke and to buy a fish. No problem.”

The train left, and I am now somewhere near Svir without a coat, luggage, phone, anything – except the trout. 

No, wait, go back.

Okay,  I got back on the train under the watchful eye of an understanding train conductor, and am now the proud owner of a entire eyeballs-to-tailfin two-pound smoked trout.


All I need now is a hunk of brown bread, a beer, and if possible – anyone? anyone? Bueller? — a head of baked garlic.

But as it turned out, the no-phone part is true. I dropped that infernal device in Sasha’s car in our mad dash to the train station. Nicholay called Sasha, confirmed the finding of the phone, and arranged for it to be brought to me by another fellow in a day or two. 

And Nicholay, who lives in Moscow, offered to entertain me for a night in Moscow and introduce me to a journalist friend there.Moscow Nicholay Ice

So, in total, a great train ride through the Russian dusk to Petrozavodsk on the banks of Lake Onega, full of interesting conversation and smoked fish, the odor of which, a half-hour later, began to seep from my tripod bag to permeate the car.

Petrozavodsk waterfront art 3So here I am now in Petrozavodsk, a city of about 250,000, an old factory town in the Republic of Karelia , on the northwestern edge of this immense country.

More about Petrozavodsk this week, but first I must take you back to St. Pete to introduce you to the World of Math, Technology and Enterprenuership, the students of the “Don’t Speak” English School, the incredible warmth and talent of the Moss at the Rescue School, and my introduction to the students in a video production class at St. Petersburg University of Economics.

Yes, I must go backward before I go forward. I see something new everyday, meet yet another person, see yet another program dedicated to making the world and our next generation better than ours. These efforts must not be passed without notice.

That’s my job: to introduce them to you so that you may know that our Russian friends are us: they work hard to raise their kids, to put food on the table, laugh at themselves and the world, and care, and care, and keep on caring.

Philip K. Ireland

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Saint Petersburg’s People


“If you smile at me, I will understand, because that is something everybody everywhere does in the same language.”   “Wooden Ships,” David Crosby, 1969


Tanya IvashinaSaturday was a day of rest, although nobody mentioned that fact to my fleet-footed fact-filled and ever-watchful benefactor Tanya Ivashina, an engineer for the state railway by day and an able and knowledgeable weekend guide.

She talked about the idea of a weekend guide service for English-speaking visitors to St. Petersburg during our walk. Her next step is to assign a name to her new business.

I like “Tanya’s Tours.” Maybe you have an idea? There is no end to the reach of human creativity when we put our heads and hearts together.What is Russia

SpireShe arrived promptly at 11, helped me change dollars to rubles, and we off went. My mission: to experience St. Petersburg and make photographs and video for the U.S-Russia Social Expertise Exchange. I respect the power of local knowledge, so I left the details and route to her. Twelve hours and about eight miles later, my head swimming in half-remembered Russian words, and sated by borsch, beer, many images and more memories, she delivered me back to the Demitov Bridge Hotel.

In between, we posted an epic walk through the cultural heart of Saint Petersburg, a city most guidebooks recommend as the cultural heart of all of Russia.

Our first stop was the Russian Museum, a massive collection of Russian art and artists from the fifteenth century to the present. 950 rubles (about $12 USD) bought us both entrance and permitted me to make photos with available light.

“No flash,” a severe matronly attendant at the gate warned us.

IMG_9961Underlying the images of war, the toil of peasants, and the unyielding power of nature, I found a proud grim resolve in the faces of the people. To my uneducated Scuptureeye, Russian art seems dark Iconand brooding. I’ve read a few Russian writers, Tolstoy, Solzhenitsyn, and listened to Russian composers, but this was my first look at Russian art, and this visual art echoes themes in those other media.

We strolled three wings of the museum, through massive oils of the 18th century – some more than 30 feet x 20 feet, through religious iconography of the 15th century to modern interpretations of 20th-century life.



Red Square

We shared a laugh over this minimalist piece.

“I did not know I would get to visit Red Square here in St. Petersburg,” I told Tanya. She looked at me quizzically, but then cracked a smile.

A bad joke is better than no joke at all. My friend Hayne may disagree, but he’s an old goat, and we’re all working on him. :)



Laughter is a universal language, as evidenced by this short film, one of my all time favorites. At only seven minutes, you will be forever enriched by taking your time to watch it. I guarantee it. I will refund your time should you decide otherwise.

We left the museum and crossed the Troitskiy Most, a bridge across the Neva River, amid a Saturday afternoon throng of tourists, lovers, mothers pushing prams, and families out to enjoy the unlikely sunshine in mid-March.

Peter the Great


On the far side, we walked the grounds of Peter and Paul’s Fortress. Constructed in 1703, these were  first buildings in St. Petersburg, and around which the rest Spire through trees 2of the city arose.

Strolling the NevaThe Fortress backs up to the Neva River. The walking trail there is a popular place for tourists and locals alike.




We strolled the banks of the Neva, busy with people of all ages enjoying themselves in the sun.

Neva Sun Bathers

“We have 50 days of sun each year, Tanya said, “and you have had two of them. You are very lucky.”


Bikes on The Neva

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I am Irish, St. Patrick’s Day is just a few days away, I am standing on the banks of a beautiful blue Neva in one of the world’s great cities, accompanied by Tanya, and the sun is warm. Who can argue her logic?

IMG_0262We crossed back over the river to Palace Square where a lone musician collected a crowd of appreciative listeners.







As we approached, I assumed the show was an organized event. But as we walked on through dusk and into our Saturday night, we came on more performers and I realized this kind of impromptu street performance meant a great deal to the throngs of Russians who crowded around these talented street musicians in various plazas on Nevsky Prospekt.

Russian Street Performer“Russian rock,” Tanya said as she and those around us lipped the lyrics, sang and danced along, punching up the choruses in unison.

It seemed everyone knew the words. Their voices filled the night.

Warmed by this simple shared joy, I felt connected by song to these people here on this grand boulevard 6,000 miles from my home. Standing in the crowd, our collected breath rising into the cold night, I understood the music, if not the lyrics.

It was then, watching Tanya and her people sing, that I first glimpsed the Russian heart.


Philip K.Ireland

Fellow, 2015 US-Russia Social Expertise Exchange



DISCLAIMER: “The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of SEE or Eurasia Foundation.”




Good morning,

Eight years ago I left journalism. Booted out really; laid off in 2008 with the recession. I had a severance check and an itch. What better way to say –30– to the work I loved than to drive across the US to Barack Obama’s inauguration?
So I started making plans. I would aim the Honda Passport east, driving from state to state and small-town breakfast bar to burger joint across America’s south asking folks what they thought about America and our first black president. I’d post a video every night. As I prepped for that 6,000-mile road trip to DC and back, my friend, mentor, writer and all around smart guy David Hicks provided me a quote from the poet and writer Goethe.
“At the moment of commitment the entire universe conspires to assist you.”
Poets like Goethe (and David Hicks) see things we normal humans don’t. Thankfully, the greats record their observations, helping us to glimpse what they sense so clearly. When I committed to that cross-country donnybrook, the world DID step up and help me. Mark Walker secured tickets to the inauguration, my former employers contracted for a few stories once there, my cousin Michael opened up his Alexandria home, my dear Lisa smiled her brave face and wished me well, Yvonne Andres created an entire online space and curriculum through which students and teachers could follow my progress and my posts. Many others supported me in ways big and small.
Personally, I believe positive encouragement is the most powerful force in human nature. Umm, that and really good beer.
Now I’m off on another exploration of self and world. And once again Goethe’s words prove prescient. David, Yvonne, Lisa, and an entirely new host of collegues and friends with the U.S –Russia Social Expertise Exchange www.usrussiasocialexpertise.org and the Eurasia Foundation www.eurasia.org are conspiring to help me.
As I write this, I’m flying over the Rockies, bound for New York’s JFK on this first leg of my trip to St. Petersburg, Russia. I catch a nine-hour flight to Moscow this afternoon at 5, arriving Russia’s capital at 9 am tomorrow. From there, I board a flight at 10 am to St. Petersburg, my home for a week. Then it’s off to Petrozavodsk for a week, and then a week in Moscow.
My job: Talk to people. Connect. Make friends. Share myself, my passions, my interests, my expertise. Listen. Learn. Think. Ask questions. Do interviews. Shoot video. Capture a sense of Russia’s places and people. Listen. (I repeat that one as a reminder to self.)
This opportunity of a lifetime came from left field. During the summer of 2014, Yvonne called, saying she had a need for some videos for the US-Russia Social Expertise Exchange (SEE).
She outlined the projects – an explainer about “CyberFair,” an online space where youth and educators from Russia and the U.S. can share stories about themselves, their homes, their friends and their passions. She also needed a crowd-sourced video that would act as an attention-getter for SEE.
“Sure,” I said, “I can do that.”
The explainer was pretty straightforward. I’ve done similar work as a producer of journalistic and corporate video. But the crowd-sourced video – how are we going to do that?
Now here’s where Goethe comes in again. “Crowd-sourced,” in this case, meant asking a lot of people in the US and Russia to take an interest in our project AND act on it. Titled “Opening Doors,” this video would be a musical montage of people opening their doors. I made a short how-to video, and Yvonne, her Russian counterpart Denis, and a variety of others put out the call.
People responded.
People opened their doors, and videos came in. Petrozavodsk, Encinitas, Washington, DC, Mali, Oregon, Switzerland. Five-second clips. Two-minute video tours. Greetings from the corners of this smaller-every-day great big round world.
Yvonne’s friend Gary tapped his musical connections, and Pete Townsend of the band The Who, gave us permission to use his song “Let My Love Open The Door.”

And we did it. It worked. I was happy with the project, Yvonne was happy. The Eurasia Foundation people seemed satisfied. The biggest challenge was in creating both videos for English speakers and Russian speakers. I learned a lot about producing a dual-language project. And I was hooked on the vision of SEE.
Yvonne called again a few months ago.
“Would you be interested in going to Russia?”
“Yes please!” (My two favorite words.)
“Da, spaceeba!”
“Si! Por favor!”
So Yvonne nominated me as an “advanced professional” in this SEE fellowship exchange program. The exchange also welcomes “emerging professionals” — those younger upstarts with just a few years of experience in their field. About 35 Americans are fanning out all over the Russian Federation this Spring, and an equal number of Russians are visiting places in the U.S. with names like Chicago and San Diego.
In preparation for this trip, Lisa and I flew to DC two weeks ago for a meeting of all the fellows from all of the “Working Groups.” I’m attached to the Youth and Education Working Group – the group Yvonne co-chairs with Denis (her Russian doppleganger). SEE fields fellows in nine working groups to address the most pressing social issues of our time: Child Protection, Healthcare, Flora and Fauna, The Rule of Law, etc. The working groups are made up of Russians and Americans, who travel to the host city, meet their peers there, exchange best practices, soak up the culture and the language, talk, eat, laugh. In short, become friends.
Especially now, with geopolitics as they are, we must sit down and talk with one another. Cut out the middleman. No media interpretation. No government spin. Just people talking about raising their kids, working to make ends meet, who they love. And laughter – yes, much laughing, about the sweet absurdities of this modern world.
Alexandr Antonov will meet me at Pulkovo Airport in St. Petersburg – a person I’ve never met in an airport I’ve never seen in a city that up until a month ago never appeared on my worldview radar.

And yet, we will be great friends, because that’s what happens when people unite in common cause. They find similarities rather than differences. They find solutions. They share stories.
And that, as a storyteller and resident of the world, is life’s greatest gift.
To Goethe and this world’s co-conspirators, I say “Thank you.”

Our Russian friends in San Diego

This is the second year that SEE has created this exchange of people between America and Russia. I’m one of 60 or so fellows involved in the exchange, and two Russians are already here is San Diego. Olga, 27, is from St. Petersburg. She runs an school teaching English to Russians.  Elena, 23, lives  in Moscow and works at a school as well.

Olga and Elena visited Carlsbad High School last week. Here’s a link to their interview of the school’s TV station. Fast forward to 9:35 to see their interview.


Olga responds to questions from Carlsbad High School journalists during a visit to the school on Feb. 27, 2015







You can find Olga’s posts of her adventures in San Diego here.

Olga’s blog: http://zambitsu.blogspot.com

Elena CHS13





And here’s Elena’s blog.



Philip K.Ireland

Fellow, 2015 US-Russia Social Expertise Exchange



DISCLAIMER: “The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of SEE or Eurasia Foundation.”


Prepping for Russia!

Hello to all,

I just got this blog set up in prep for the trip to Russia thanks to the SEE logo with text (English)US-Russia Social Expertise Exchange (SEE) and the Eurasia

Thanks to Dan, Brady and Cheryl at Higher Power SEO for helping me put this page up. (well actually, they did it all.) http://www.higherpowerseo.com

SEE’s mission is to create collaborative cross-cultural dialogue about big issues facing both countries. Dialogue is the operative word here; people talking to people. That’s really how we create relationships. By talking to one another, face to face, sharing food, drinks and conversation about the things we love and care about.

I’ll be asking teens and educators in three Russian cities – St. Petersburg, Petrozavodsk and Moscow how the use technology to communicate self, culture and environment.

I’ll be posting thoughts, reflections, photos and videos of this trip, set to begin next Wednesday, March 11. First stop is St. Petersburg. My friend Olga K. introduced me to a few of her friends online, who have promised to show me around this western port city founded by Peter the Great in 1703 as his summer home. The art and architecture are sumptuous from what I hear.

I’ll visit Petrozavodsk next, looking at how students at Youth Union Droga produce their weekly show. Who knows what else I might see.

And then it’s off to Moscow. Programming is yet to be determined. But I hope to work with a filmmaker there , also named Philip, who I met in DC.

I don’t have a flight yet or places to stay, but they swear I’m going.

But I do have a plan, a few packed bags, a passport and a visa!


Philip K.Ireland

Fellow, 2015 US-Russia Social Expertise Exchange



“The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of SEE or Eurasia Foundation.”