Freelance Writer
About
Slavica Joković PhD,
Doctor of Economics,Visiting Lecturer, published 4 books and 60 articles, specialized
in the area of public procurement at International Training Center of the ILO,
Turin, Italy, with the internships of 6 months at the EUROPEAN COMMISSION as
well as 3 months at the BANQUE INTERNATIONALE A LUXEMBOURG; independent expert
in public procurement policy with more than 10 years of relevant experience
including: drafting amendments to the Public Procurement Law in Serbia and
legislation proposals; providing consulting services to enterprises/bidders and
contracting authorities, rules interpretation, EU rules governing public
procurement, training delivery, such as Training of Trainers workshops on EU
legislation on public procurement organized by the ITCILO as well as workshops organized by
TAIEX, seminars, conferences and workshops on national public procurement
legislation.
Member of the
academic research network “Public Contracts in Legal Globalization”
Associate Member of the Procurement Law Academic Network – The PLAN Network
American Writers
& Artists Inc. (AWAI) Member
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I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone