: hehe
: By the way, I had a girlfriend when I was a teenager, whose parents had built a new house. The wooden staircase started immediately on the right when you entered, with a quarter turn, and then went straight up. And I thought that was great back then. Why, I can't say. When she came down from above, she could stand on the warm wooden step and open the door for me. It also looked somehow nice when you stood in front of the front door and looked inside; the staircase came towards you, practically welcomed you, and you could look up to the next floor. It had something inviting.