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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Three Cups of Tea about Pakistan, Karakoram, Haji with the genre: Politics & Social Sciences, Social Sciences.
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conversations.value: 'Here we drink three cups of tea to do business; the first you are a stranger, the second you become a friend, and the third, you join our family, and for our family we are prepared to do anything - even die' - Haji Ali, Korphe Village Chief, Karakoram mountains, Pakistan. In 1993, after a terrifying and disastrous attempt to climb K2, a mountaineer called the author drifted, cold and dehydrated, into an impoverished Pakistan village in the Karakoram Mountains. Moved by the inhabitants' kindness, he promised to return and build a school. "Three Cups of Tea" is the story of that promise and its extraordinary outcome. Over the next decade the author built not just one but fifty-five schools - especially for girls - in remote villages across the forbidding and breathtaking landscape of Pakistan and Afghanistan, just as the Taliban rose to power. His story is at once a riveting adventure and a testament to the power of the humanitarian spirit.
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Three Cups of Tea
  Changazi, dressed in a dazzling white shalwar, opened the door himself and greeted Greg with a hug. "Dr. Greg," he said. "What are you doing here? Trekking season is over."
  Greg cleaned up and slept in Changazi's office. The next morning, he was eager to start for Korphe. But first he ran into a visitor—Akhmalu, the man who had cooked for his K2 expedition. The man reminded Greg of a promise he'd made to visit Akhmalu's village, Khane. "I have one jeep waiting to go to Khane village," he said. "We go now."
  Greg knew that the Balti people did not have much food to spare, and he couldn't bear the idea of making them waste a special meal. He agreed to go. Changazi came along as well, though he didn't seem happy about it.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Greg headed to where Mother Teresa lay, among hundreds of quiet mourners. A young nun led him to the room where Mother Teresa's body was. He sat in a corner, looking at her body, covered by a shroud. Greg says he had "no idea what to do. Since I was a little boy, she'd been one of my heroes. She looked so small, draped in that cloth," he said. "And I remember thinking how amazing it was that such a tiny person had such a huge effect on humanity."
  Even two years later, back home in the winter of 1999, alone in his basement office, Greg often thought of Mother Teresa and all she had accomplished. He himself was feeling tired and frustrated. He ignored the ringing phone and the e-mails that piled up, and focused on reading more and more about a tragedy on the borders of Afghanistan.
  More than ten thousand Afghan refugees, mostly women and children, had fled from the Taliban rebels who had taken over the government of their country. Finally they reached the border between Afghanistan and Tajikistan. Soldiers on the Tajik side would not let them in; the Taliban would not let them go back. On islands in the middle of a river, they lived in mud huts and ate grass, slowly starving. "But no one cared," Greg said. "Bottom line is, I failed. I couldn't make anyone care. And Tara will tell you I was a nightmare. All I could think about was all those freezing children who'd never have a chance to grow up, helpless out there between groups of men with guns.... I was actually going a bit crazy. It was amazing that Tara put up with me that winter.
  But on July 24, 2000, Greg's spirits lifted. That day Tara gave birth to their son, Khyber Bishop Mortenson, at home. Greg felt happy for the first time in months. Later, he wrapped his son in a fuzzy blanket and brought him to Amira's preschool class for show-and-tell.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Greg, Congress, trying.
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conversations.value: Greg headed to where Mother Teresa lay, among hundreds of quiet mourners. A young nun led him to the room where Mother Teresa's body was. He sat in a corner, looking at her body, covered by a shroud. Greg says he had "no idea what to do. Since I was a little boy, she'd been one of my heroes. She looked so small, draped in that cloth," he said. "And I remember thinking how amazing it was that such a tiny person had such a huge effect on humanity. "
  Even two years later, back home in the winter of 1999, alone in his basement office, Greg often thought of Mother Teresa and all she had accomplished. He himself was feeling tired and frustrated. He ignored the ringing phone and the e-mails that piled up, and focused on reading more and more about a tragedy on the borders of Afghanistan. 
  More than ten thousand Afghan refugees, mostly women and children, had fled from the Taliban rebels who had taken over the government of their country. Finally they reached the border between Afghanistan and Tajikistan. Soldiers on the Tajik side would not let them in; the Taliban would not let them go back. On islands in the middle of a river, they lived in mud huts and ate grass, slowly starving. 
  Greg wrote letters to the newspaper, to the president, to Congress, trying to get someone to help the refugees. "But no one cared," Greg said. "Bottom line is, I failed. I couldn't make anyone care. And Tara will tell you I was a nightmare. All I could think about was all those freezing children who'd never have a chance to grow up, helpless out there between groups of men with guns.... I was actually going a bit crazy. It was amazing that Tara put up with me that winter. 
  But on July 24, 2000, Greg's spirits lifted. That day Tara gave birth to their son, Khyber Bishop Mortenson, at home. Greg felt happy for the first time in months. Later, he wrapped his son in a fuzzy blanket and brought him to Amira's preschool class for show-and-tell.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Mortenson, Irvin "Dempsey" and Jerene: Greg's parents. Jerene is an educator and founder of the International School in Moshi, Tanzania. Dempsey founded the Kilimanjaro Christian Medical Centre and died in 1980.
  Mother Teresa: (1910–1997) Catholic nun born in Albania who set up the Daughters of Charity in Calcutta, India. She won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979 for helping desperately poor, sick, and dying people.
  Sen, Amartya: Nobel Peace Prize–winning economist (1998) from Harvard University whose work focuses on education and redefining poverty.
  Shah, Zahir: (1914–2007) King of Afghanistan from 1933 to 1973, who fled to Italy in 1973 when he was overthrown in a military coup. He later returned to Afghanistan, until his death in 2007.
  Vaughan, Tom: Climber who wrote an article about Greg in the American Himalayan Foundation's newsletter.